Thirty-six months to go!

August 21, 2008

Filed in: The Home Front, The Middle Ages

Today’s my birfdee. Whee. I have to confess, I’m not the happiest camper these days, not about anything in my tiny overprivileged life. But! That’s okay, ‘cause I’m 47 now, and if there’s one thing a 47-year-old knows, it’s not to be afraid of the downs. Just another piece of the puzzle.

Do you think three years from today I’ll be writing, Wow I made it, I did it after all?

Update 1: Spent at least part of the day in a car with four tween/teen boys singing a Chumbawamba song at the top of their lungs. If this doesn’t improve your mood, nothing will. Only because you come to realize that every moment of your life spent not listening to Chumbawamba is a good moment.

Update 2: Someone in my extended family with a lot more problems than I have gave me for my bday a dish towel that says “Celebrate each day” on it. I am genuinely always happy to get dish towels ‘cause, owing to our ban on paper towels, we use a lot of towels in a given week. I thought, awwwww, that was nice, and tossed it in the wash.

But yesterday when I was folding that load, it came over me: OMG she read my blog and she’s using this towel to tell me to STFU! I feel so…chastened.