Life of Wry

My birthday.

Could have chosen a smiley picture, there was one, but I liked this action shot better.  Not sure why Jim snapped it at this rather scowly moment, but there it is.  Just finished lunch at Bernardo’s and I think I’m watching a woman oblivious to the fact she’s about to back her car into me (I AM standing in the street..).

So, yes, my birthday.

I don’t feel in a particularly reflective state of mind, which is very fine with me; not what I need or want on this day; I’ve been doing a ton of it in the last few years, anyway.  Plus, we tidy, list-making, resolution planner types do a lot of that at New Years–just three weeks ago–so it’s all plenty fresh.

I actually don’t have a particular interest in setting this day apart in any way, other than to enjoy the day (a sunny one at that) and collect on the goodwill of others… which I totally love and appreciate.  There are cards, emails and calls coming in, which is so nice, and interestingly, a steady, fun stream of Facebook well wishes that adds to the mix.  OH! and texts… which… one just boinged on my phone.  So, the ego side of the house is being quite well fed.  All makes for a nice day.

Matt called this early morning and said something about double nickels.  Excellent.  Five’s always been my favorite number.  Five times five–my birth date–even better.  So I’m reasonably ok with 55, but for the reality of being that far along.  It sounds a lot older than it seems.  That’s the way THAT goes.

Matt also offered a great suggestion–that I take myself to the movies.  So that’s what I’m going to do this late afternoon.  Jim’s not only accommodating, but will have a meatloaf and baked potato dinner waiting when I get back (yeah, I really ordered that).  So not to fill up on popcorn and neccos.

The day will wrap eating Martha’s Killer Chocolate cake, our easy family birthday tradition (plus, it’s truly killer) with Peter and Jim and maybe not too many homework and bedtime skirmishes.

My kinda birthday.