Sunday, January 08, 2006
Okay, today is Larry Storch's birthday...and Soupy Sales' and David Bowie's, too...oh, and some guy named Elvis. I've enjoyed all of these gentlemen over the years (I used to love Soupy on game shows! One of the best!) but I think the point everyone is missing here, as demonstrated by the Berke Breathed card at left, is that tomorrow is MY birthday! (Richard Nixon's, also but I try not to bring that up in polite conversation.)
I'm really not certain how I feel about birthdays at the ripe old age of 47. You can't avoid them and yet I don't get a party to drive home that sense of accomplishment. Most of my friends can't even afford gifts. If I think about things too much, I get depressed and yet if I don't think about things, I feel like I've "missed" the birthday all together and I get dpressed then, too.
I'm at the point where people make fun of your age and yet tell you not to worry about it. A few months back, a girl at Burger King gave me a senior discount without even asking. Hey, it saved me money so I wasn't THAT annoyed. Last week, though, I got a letter in the mail inviting me to an open house for a new retirement home. Retire? I feel like I haven't even really started yet!
Happy Birthday to me.