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This Saturday is my birthday. Nope I’m not fishing for birthday wishes, just saying. I come from a long line of birthday denouncers. My mom never had a birthday that I know of and due to this fact she remained 40 for 20 years.
This year is particularly distressing for me because I reach a new decade. Not telling which one… but you can rest assured it’s not 20. Ironically I received invitations to two parties that day (darn birthday has to be on a Saturday this year) one for my friend whose birthday is at the beginning of October and one from my High school celebrating my classmates who all reach a new decade this year. I don’t want to sound like a party pooper but I don’t plan to attend any parties.
Here’s the thing. I don’t really like cake. And I’m not comfortable being the center of attention. I have doctor’s appt. on Monday. I look really stupid in a party hat. The birthday song is sort of hokey and no one ever sings on key. And can you visualize me beating a piñata?
Ok, so I admit it, I like gifts, but then again who doesn’t? Oh well I guess I should just relax and enjoy the obi-wan like wisdom that comes from having another one of those…well you know-- days of birth. I mean it’s called a birth-DAY, not a Birth YEAR…. so I’m just going to open my presents and celebrate the Day and we will all forget about the year. Sounds like a plan to me.
Be sure and visit after I get over this milestone birthday for more of my sort of--travel log of California.
Crystal --not-so-- clear