19th Anniversary of my 25th Birthday

I am really not bothered with the number; 44. I’m okay with it.

There are more days that I don’t feel my age and then of course days I feel 84. I am willing to bet anyone one of us could make that statement. Many people who guess my age are always way off towards much smaller numbers. Either they are being very polite, I really don’t look my age or they have cataracts. At my age, I will take any type of compliment I can get.

I have been making pacts with myself recently. I have discovered that I need to make one more. I need to let go of the fact that my family cannot seem to organize something for my birthday without my involvement. I am not a difficult person to buy or arrange a gathering for; it’s that my family is inept when it comes to organization. Maybe I am difficult. I find that if I am the one who has to organize my own birthday celebration, it really sucks the fun out of it. No matter, next year I will not let this bother me.

It’s been a good birthday so far, the Redskins and the Raven’s won on Sunday, the weather could not be more beautiful, 15 of my friends will be gathering at my place Friday night to celebrate and a group of us are going out for steamed crabs tonight.

Life is good!


(Proof of my natural love of the Beach. Down the Ocean circa May 1963)