Okay, okay. I know that Lennon song was meant for New Year's and Christmas holidays, but why not celebrate a rollover of the ol' human odometer once a year? That's right, folks. Today is my birthday, and I am 46. Quarenta y seis.
A brief history: I was born fifth of six to my parents (their first child died within a couple of days of birth, so for all practical reasons, I was to be the fourth living child, the middle daughter) in 1962 in the small town of Douglas, Georgia. When I was 2 1/2, we moved to Houston, which was to become my "real" hometown, as far as I was concerned. Like most people, I'm from many places. I won't prattle on.
Birthday cakes were always homemade in our home, but we don't bake much around here anymore. Hubby doesn't bake at all, but I wanted a birthday cake. So we grabbed one while we were out for coffee, conversation, and last minute things at the store. He seemed to be moving rather slowly, and I wanted to get home. When we finally walked in the door, I smelled Italian food. I thought, "Oh great! The Boy is eating a late snack, so he'll want dinner much later!" I didn't want to be cooking at seven o'clock on a Sunday night.
When I got upstairs and saw the hustle and bustle going on in the kitchen, I got it. The Boy was cooking dinner--a baked pasta dish and steamed broccoli. Mmmmmm. I'm so lucky. I have a great family! The meal was delicious, and we munched on birthday cake while we watched "Into the Wild." Admittedly a sad movie to watch when one is celebrating, but we had all wanted to see it when it came out and never got to. It was beautifully made, but wow...so sad.
I've gotten lots of cards, the wonderful gift of a delicious meal, and a shopping spree as my gift. I got to shop all afternoon - and into the evening - Saturday, picking up a few new things for Spring/Summer while the men in my life hung out and drank coffee and chatted. I didn't buy a lot, but it was GREAT. I loved just going from rack to rack, trying things on, and finding a few good pieces for the wardrobe. Nice.
And one last birthday gift? I am going to have to call my eye doctor today. I need progressive lenses. That seems to be the problem with the new glasses. I was able to see distance just fine, but when trying to work on the computer, I was getting frustrated and couldn't find a good way to position the glasses so that I could see the screen. Hubby suggested that I put my reading glasses on over the regular glasses. Um...yeah. I looked really funny, but guess what? I could see the screen perfectly. *sigh* It's official. I'm over the hill.
But on the other side of that hill? It's just as beautiful as it is where I've already been. I'm happy for another birthday. I'm still here!
Peace - D