Friday, June 15, 2018
Those of us born on June 14 can always claim that flags are put out in honor of our birthdays. That's what my father told me as a kid. God knows parents never lie to their children.
My friend Don and I went to dinner at my son's on Wednesday night. Kevin had prepared salmon cakes with a curry sauce, potato salad, and fresh green beans with garlic. Delicious. I pretended it was a birthday treat in my head. In truth, Kevin will call me sometime within the next month and ask, "Didn't you have a birthday somewhere around this time?" (If I was born on Christmas day, he wouldn't remember. I accept that.)
Plenty of other family and friends remembered. I got plenty of messaged greetings, phone calls, and cards. My sister is taking me for lunch today and my friend Ginnie and I will go out for brunch and shopping on Saturday.
It's a big 0 birthday. Frankly, a page I am not all that excited about turning (but better than not turning it I guess).
I ran into a woman who had graduated from high school with me on Tuesday morning. I didn't recognize her at first and I spent the rest of the day wondering if I look that old too. Funny how our image of self gets kind of stuck at a certain age.
Although I do wonder sometimes when I catch a glimpse in the mirror . . . What's my mother doing in there?