I did this for the pets this year so I had to humiliate myself in the same way, right?
So yeah. Forty-two, aka my twenty-first (times two) birthday. That makes me a senior citizen in Internet years, doesn’t it? Today I brought some donuts into work because may as well share the joy with coworkers, right? 🙂 Tonight I’ll take it easy, but tomorrow night we’ll be off to dinner with my nephew and his entourage. And on Sunday I’m having dinner with some ladies I met in Junior High THIRTY years ago! (gulp!)
Life is good, but there are still pockets of sadness among the sunshine. I miss Charlie so much and I’m bummed about Max. I’m a little adrift and still not sure what the point of my existence is. Am I meant to shuffle off the earth in 42 more years with nothing good left behind? This year I’m going to keep referring to Invictus by William Ernest Henley.
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
As I begin my forty-third trip around the sun, I want to thank you all for taking the time to read ye old blogge. As our attention spans have been reduced to 140 characters or less, it’s nice to still have blog readers.