THEY SAY IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY
April 12, 2014
Dear Hearts – Today is my 60th birthday. Sixty. Yikes! I remember in my youth, thinking…how does anyone that old go through the day without going insane?
I’m still pondering that, not because of this milestone. It’s a daily question I’ve asked most days since I became a sentient being. Age & birthdays are cunning, baffling and powerful obsessions. The first 25 years of life I longed to be older, and the next 35, reversed that position. Oh, I’ve lied about my age throughout life, but I herby vow to stop that vain, fruitless practice – not b/c I’ve gained wisdom, but because, with technology, you can’t get away with it anymore. Oh sister – it’s just a click away, click away.
My actual birthdays have ranged from lovely gestures I’ll never forget to drunken bacchanals that I’ll never remember. To the worst – total disregard. The fever dream of turning 50 comes to mind – Early stage pneumonia, drenching cold rain, my son’s 9th grade baseball game, post- 10 hour work day and an hour commute to the old ballpark. In the stands, my mom and dad – the Chip Caray and Pete Van Wieren of the Druid Hills Devils, huddle over their star grandson’s ERA, batting average AND slugging percentage. Not only did they not smother me with embraces, and “Happy 50th Birthday, our only beloved child!”- they didn’t say “Hey” or acknowledge my presence!
Oh, I’m over that. Almost. But the one birthday constant – from 18 to 60, is a pensive, unsettled mind. Is this common to everybody? My girlfriends who’ve celebrated with Cold Duck and hot male strippers, or whose husbands have showered them with diamonds and jaunts to to Diamond Head, just don’t appear to be pondering random chaos, aging, life OR the afterlife, as I do.
Dear readers, please indulge me – your Casper the Friendly Ghost of Birthdays Past, in what I hope will be an entertaining navel-gazing reflection on my most significant, albeit wistful anniversaire memories.
I’ll start tomorrow. I think I’ll take a dram of Beverly Hillbilly Granny’s “rheumatiz” medicine, adjust my age group on Lumosity and turn in early, so I can show up at Denny’s bright and early for my Senior Special. That’s If Denny’s, and I, still exist.
Until then, see (TOP) the last photo of me april 10 in my fulsome fifties, and a retro fifties birthday party (I’m left of my best friend Suzie – birthday girl) at the fateful year of four (more on that later)
Joyeux anniversaire anyone?