I have made it yet another year. I am 5 months away from my 78th birthday. No one seems to find this overly important when I speak of it to my fellow home for the elderly residents.
I am lucky.
Good for you, young lady. 
Not mundane or pointless. Congrats in advance on birthday!
77 years old and only 17 posts! Get cracking you whippersnapper!
Happy Birthday, m’dear, and welcome to our little community. We look forward to your well seasoned experiences.
I just turned 19 two days ago and I was feeling so mature and experienced. Now you’ve gone and ruined that.
All kidding aside, congratulations! I love your username, by the way.
Party at your place in May then? 
Be sure to have that hottie nurse of yours blow out your “candles.”
Congrats, sweetie!
Happy Half-Birthday!
You’ve made me smile.
That was a delightful mention.
Okay, Blushing, just what have you been up to to make you blush so? I saw you wink at that fella the other day when you thought nobody was looking!
Do you sometimes still feel 12 years old? Or 17? Or 42? Did you enjoy your fifties? That was such a surprise to me! I’m 64. Welcome to the SDMB!
Are you really a Battleaxe?
I remember when I turned 50 and was feeling ancient, my mother said, “Someday you’ll be looking back and wish you were 50.” Well, it didn’t take long.
Now I’m 62, and have to realize that I’m closer to 70 than 50. And I also am forced to realize that the phrase “the rest of my life” does not equal “endless.” But then again, it never really did.
Congrats on making it another year! And happy early birthday as well.
(now what’s this about “hottie nurses”? Oh, wait… yours was male. Nevermind…)
HOw do I feel?
It all depends on what is going on at the moment. Sometimes, on my daily exercise walks accompanied by Sam (I think of them as promenades), I feel like I am sixteen. Or I wish I am, anyway. No, I FEEL sixteen. I really do. Some things don’t change. I feel the the same guilty vertigo that makes one smile in secret later.
I feel my age most when I go for my doctor appointments. He tells me things I don’t want to hear nor know. He tells me not to eat peanuts. Peanuts! For heaven’s sake, peanuts! He thinks I might choke on the damn things.
Am I a battleaxe?
When I get too feeble to walk, I will get a motorized chair. Watch out, world! Definitely, yes, I am a battleaxe. Maybe a tad subdued now but only because I’m letting the younger generation take over.
Why am I blushing?
When I labored over my first post, I felt like I was in a deathly blush, embarrased and excited at the same time by my internet adventure.
But going back to my own topic, I do feel fortunate I am still blessed with mobility and I haven’t been ravaged by senility yet. One resident here told me over the holidays, that all he had was memories of good times past. I had to tell him, I am still busy making new ones.
In my family’s view, you’re still a youngster! My mom is 87 and going strong, and my dad’s mother passed away four years ago a month shy of her 103rd birthday. So you get busy living the many, many years you have in front of you, or I’ll send my mom over to whap you with her cane!
I’m glad you’ve decided to post. I think that you will have a lot to share with the rest of us - your perspective on life, your thoughts and opinions, and so on.
Just make sure you control the urge to pinch Sam’s butt!
Excellent attitude, ma’am. Congratulations!
That’s the best thing I’ve read today. Thanks!
Congratulations on yet another year! I’m sure there will be many more like it yet. I like the attitude, too; there’s always great new stuff to discover and explore, and it keeps you young and fresh. I am convinced that if you make a concerted effort to learn new things each day and explore and enjoy life as best as you are able every day, you’ll life forever. I plan on testing this hypothesis, too, and fully intend to write a large book about it in a century or two.
I’ll send you a copy.