Today is my birthday. As the old dirge says, “I’m another day older and a’ deeper in debt…” I Googled “birthday” this morning, because I love to read the condescending descriptions for those iconic things we should just know, like “ponies” or “water”.
Wikipedia explains: A birthday is a day that comes once a year when a person celebrates the anniversary of their birth. Birthdays are celebrated in numerous cultures, often with a gift, party, or rite of passage.
Today I am keeping the celebrating and the rites simple. I’m getting a hot rock massage. I’m taking time to remember I’m sober. I’m thinking of my children and my friends and all those good eggs I have met through this blog. I am thanking God.
I feel good.
And I’m keeping my expectations low. I went to dinner with three friends I haven’t spent time with in many years last night. We have had seven husbands between us. Jackie said, “All I’m looking for these days is a man with new appliances.”
Me too.
Today I’m not drinking because it’s my birthday.
How come you’re not drinking?
