47 and counting...
Fri, Jul. 10th, 2009 08:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scarlettinaAnd so here it is: At 3 PM EDT today (that's 11 AM PDT), I'll officially be 47 years old. As ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
juliabata, also a July 10 baby, points out, I share my birthday with Nikola Tesla, Marcel Proust, David Brinkley, Fred Gwynne, Arthur Ashe, Ron Glass, and Arlo Guthrie among others. Plus also markbourne, my twin brother of another mother (you know, my blond-haired, blue-eyed twin brother) and Spanky who is 15 years old today. Looks like it's going to be a beautiful day here in the great Pacific Northwest: sunshine, 80-degree temps.
Lots else going on today: Mark's surgery andmatociquala's Clarion West party, to name a couple. In theory, I'll be attending both. Well, I won't actually be attending Mark's surgery, but I will be at the hospital for e_bourne's moral support. I think of today's as Mark's double birthday: new year, new heart valve. Here's hoping it's the start of many good, new things.
As previously mentioned, my dad died at 47 in 1973. I was 11. It didn't occur to me until just recently that I've been approaching this birthday with a certain amount of trepidation. I guess I feel like if I get through this coming year, I'm clear until at least 56, which was the age my mom was when she died. I've been saying all my life that I hope longevity skips generations; naturally, I still feel that way.
I'm hoping the coming year will hold some goodness; 46 certainly did. It's the first time in a long time that I have very little idea what's coming up for me. Work is fluid, I have no nailed-down travel plans (though there's been some discussion of my attending my 30th high school reunion, on which more anon), writing has been difficult lately as has been jeweling (if it's not a word, it is one now!). So it's a year of mystery for me.
At least I'm still here and that, undeniably, is a goodness.
juliabata, also a July 10 baby, points out, I share my birthday with Nikola Tesla, Marcel Proust, David Brinkley, Fred Gwynne, Arthur Ashe, Ron Glass, and Arlo Guthrie among others. Plus also markbourne, my twin brother of another mother (you know, my blond-haired, blue-eyed twin brother) and Spanky who is 15 years old today. Looks like it's going to be a beautiful day here in the great Pacific Northwest: sunshine, 80-degree temps.Lots else going on today: Mark's surgery and
matociquala's Clarion West party, to name a couple. In theory, I'll be attending both. Well, I won't actually be attending Mark's surgery, but I will be at the hospital for e_bourne's moral support. I think of today's as Mark's double birthday: new year, new heart valve. Here's hoping it's the start of many good, new things.As previously mentioned, my dad died at 47 in 1973. I was 11. It didn't occur to me until just recently that I've been approaching this birthday with a certain amount of trepidation. I guess I feel like if I get through this coming year, I'm clear until at least 56, which was the age my mom was when she died. I've been saying all my life that I hope longevity skips generations; naturally, I still feel that way.
I'm hoping the coming year will hold some goodness; 46 certainly did. It's the first time in a long time that I have very little idea what's coming up for me. Work is fluid, I have no nailed-down travel plans (though there's been some discussion of my attending my 30th high school reunion, on which more anon), writing has been difficult lately as has been jeweling (if it's not a word, it is one now!). So it's a year of mystery for me.
At least I'm still here and that, undeniably, is a goodness.
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Date: Fri, Jul. 10th, 2009 05:53 pm (UTC)Also, you are a liar and there is no way that you are older than me.