They're Circling

"I can't believe you're 60!" my aunt said to me the other day.

"Hey now!" I cried. "I'm not, yet! I still have 75 more days!"

"How do you know that?" she laughed and my uncle joined in.

The way I know how many days to my birthday is an overly complicated story involving the 100 Day Writing Challenge, dancing every day, and of course, my birth date, but rather than go into it, I shrugged. "I just do."

A little while later we were watching all the birds in the woods right behind her new place. "Wow!" I noted, "there are a lot of buzzards!"

"Go away!" my uncle called. "She's not 60 yet!"