It seems like yesterday we were having that party in the backyard. A big cookout with lots of friends. The gag gifts were still funny at 40, the funky walking stick, tombstone candles, senior citizen gag cards.
At fifty the gag gifts started to be really too close to home. AARP started their regular mailings – this last year as I approached this birthday they became almost a blur, as if not joining by sixty meant they would never capture my membership. I still don’t know what I would want out of them but I’m more willing to look now.
Then today came. Thirty nine is starting to get frayed. Everyone says I don’t look my age and I’m thankful for that but apparently some things didn’t get the memo. Still, I’m not going badly. Sixty, it’s just a number.
My to be ex spouse and daughter are away. My daughter is always away but not the other, but we’ll celebrate with friends when she’s back. It’s for a wedding and it doesn’t seem like her cousin’s child would try to interfere with my birthday (lovely young woman actually). I do wish she were here though, it is tough without her.
By happenstance this is the day my work department has cake for everyone with a birthday that month, so I snuck in and had some.
Soon I will be on disability – will I still be able to sneak in for cake? Time will only tell.
My Gifted Life 