Friday, January 10, 2014
That bout of cancer was a bit of a time-sink too.
Anyway, I do want to thank everyone for their birthday wishes. Your thoughts mean a lot to me.
Today was supposed to be a national holiday, but my plans for world domination were thwarted by one nap too many. Perhaps next year.
Actually, another birthday isn't that bad. In a way, I'm like Pinocchio who, had he not become a real boy, would say that he's not scare of growing old. Its just that aging petrifies him.
This year is one of those special years. When someone asks me how old I am, I raise my hand, open and close my fist twice, and say, "I'm this many." (Meaning 55)
The gesture's not quite as cute as when I was five. That doe-eyed cuteness met up with a half-century of "good clean" living (heavy emphasis on the quote marks) and turned into dough-eyed old-guy-ness.
Of course, aging has little to do with cuteness. Aging is about getting better - like wine and cheese. But not like bananas. Nobody wants to hug an old, overripe banana.
So this year, I've got to be the wine without being whiny. I've got to be the zesty cheese without smelling like limburger. And I've got to do what I can to avoid growing mushy brown spots.
So, thank you again for being my friends and family and readers. And for your support. And for your patience.
By the way, I apologize if I've miss your birthdays. To me, you are ageless and every day should be a birthday celebration - complete with donkeys and bouncy things. Sort of like a day at work, except YOU get to ride the donkey and get bounced by things of your choosing.
[p.s.s: I'll tried to release some earlier posts in the next few weeks. please bear with me]