Balls and Walnuts
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48
The earlier years are nested inside me like matryoshkas: the early confusion, the youthful romanticism, the 20-something premature jadedness. They’re all still there.
48 has such beautiful symmetry:
48
24
12
6
3
Halfway to 96. It’s still not too crazy to say to myself, Only half over. (Yes, that’s getting to be a progressively more difficult argument to make.)
When I look in the mirror, I still expect to see 18-year-old me looking back. I still ask the same question I asked back then: Who are you?
D.
Happy Birthday Doug. Keep musing.
happy birthday to me, I’m a hundred and three
happy birthday to you, you’re a hundred and twooo
except I’m TWO years older than you. I didn’t know that. I”m the big one. The one that sets off the AARP alarms.
My son is 19 today and that shocks the hell out of me.
I ask the same question of the old guy in the mirror.
Maybe he’ll answer one day.
Thanks, folks. I’m in my office, the one they kicked me out of last night in order to decorate, and there’s glittery tinsel all over hell and back. Hmm . . . will they clean my desk as a birthday present?
Happy birthday, KATE!
Happy birthday! 48 is, indeed, a cool number. I’m still in the year of “What is the meaning of life, the universe and everything?” which is also cool but less easily divisible.
Funny, I still look in the mirror, and expect the 18 year old me. I’m asking a different question now… “Who do you want to be”, because there ain’t much more time to change if I’m going to! 🙂
Hee hee… Happy Birthday!
Rella
HBD, man!
Happy birthday, you! My (and Jake’s!) birthday is a month from today, and i do NOT feel ready to say “I’m 22″…i can’t imagine how much weirder it might be to say “I’m 48”! 😛
Happy Birthday Little Bro!!!
Just don’t look in the mirror folks. It’s easy.
Thanks, everyone.
Shaina: more than 100% weirder 🙂
Happy birthday!!
I’m late! Happy birthday, Doug! 🙂
Belated greetings! I just called over from Drivers place and thought it would be rude not say Happy Birthday! I recently celebrated (??) my fortieth… I thought my world has fallen down! ;o) I’m feeling ok now. My 19 year old son said he thought it was cool having such a young mum. I immediately felt cool…as a ‘cool maker’ ;o)
Thanks, Tam. Never too late, Maureen.
Welcome, Daffy!