Wednesday, November 07, 2012
We'll eat a lot of broccoli and drink a lot of beer.
I'm completely pooped. When I got out of the subway at 8:30 tonight, there was a line for the bus going around the block. I walked two miles in the storm on sidewalks that weren't shoveled. I passed three buses that were broken down on the way. A livery cab pulled over and charged me $10 for the third mile. I know he gouged me, but it was worth it.
I can't beleve that in a few hours, I'll be forty. Actually, in ten hours, I was born at 8:20, more or less. I think that's what it was... When I was young, there was a plaqe on my wall with my date of birth and time - it had a porceline baby in blue pajamas (with a cute bare butt sticking out of the rear-flap, of course.)
Some parts of my life have been sad, but there was a lot of happiness in it that I'm thankful for always. I'm halfway up to my father's age, and I have children of my own. There's so much unexpected joy I never would have imagined would happen. Life is a beautiful thing. I've been lucky to have family and friends that I could believe in and look up to. Thank you for being in my life. You are good.
Here's to the next 400.