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posted by [personal profile] cathyr19355 at 03:05am on 17/04/2010 under
Unfortunately, it was the kind of birthday where things just started going wrong....

My secretary resigned today. (Nothing to do with me; she's been out sick--as in emergency-room sick--a lot this year. She figured it was prudent to quit now.)

The brief I've been working on all week had to be put aside as another matter imploded.

It began to rain as I walked home from the train station.

And tonight, as I was putting dishes away, I knocked an empty pan off the stove. It hit Sugar's food bowl and broke it, scattering kibble and shards in all directions. It took me nearly a half hour to clean up.

On the other hand, my wonderful spouse, [livejournal.com profile] esrblog is going to take me out tomorrow to a romantic little restaurant near our house, and at least five friends sent me e-mail greetings. Thank you, all of you who've remembered, for being so wonderful.

Oh, and [livejournal.com profile] treebones, I'm sorry I forgot to send you greetings for *your* birthday. I hope your celebration was a success, and I'll be looking for you at Penguicon!
Mood:: 'tired' tired
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posted by [personal profile] cathyr19355 at 10:39pm on 16/04/2009 under ,
Today at 9:32 a.m. was the 50th anniversary of my birth.

It is somewhat out of character for me to discuss my birthday, but after half a century of reticence, I figure I should consider changing my tactics.

You see, I always thought of birthdays as the holiday that one's friends should always remember. In fact, I always thought that remembering someone's birthday was one of the things that defined whether somebody was your friend.

Except my friends never did remember my birthday, somehow, when I was a child. (It didn't help that I'm an only child, so there were no siblings to offer appropriate largesse bribes congratulations.) Maybe that was because I was too proud, or too couth, to say, "Hey, my birthday's on April 16!" But nobody ever asked me when my birthday was, either.

Until I was in college, only my mother consistently remembered my birthday. Even my dad generally screwed up the date (I think he went to his grave believing I'd been born on April 19), and I can't remember him getting me a birthday present, ever. (He was good about Christmas presents, though.)

Birthdays have been much better for me in adulthood. I have a wonderful husband who remembers my birthday; last weekend, he bought me a wonderful romantic birthday dinner at an exclusive, expensive local restaurant. My mother-in-law remembers my birthday consistently too, and sometimes the folk at my office pitch in for a birthday cake or some other communal treat. And at least 3 members of my f-list have remembered my natal day! Thanks again so much all of you.

I don't have much to say about what it feels like to reach my half century. One thing I do have to share is a great poem on that very subject by my favorite poet, Robert Frost. I found it by chance earlier this year while I was looking for something to add to the birthday volume that friends of my sister-in-law (who's also reached her half-century this year) were compiling. I'm not going to use an lj-cut, because it's very short. Here it is.

What Fifty Said

When I was young my teachers were the old.
I gave up fire for form till I was cold.
I suffered like a metal being cast.
I went to school to age to learn the past.

Now when I am old my teachers are the young.
What can't be molded must be cracked and sprung.
I strain at lessons fit to start a suture.
I go to school to youth to learn the future.
Mood:: 'thoughtful' thoughtful
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posted by [personal profile] cathyr19355 at 04:22pm on 16/04/2006 under
Alert readers who have visited my "User Info" page will have realized that today is my birthday. (No, I see no reason to tell you how old I am. I'm the same age as actress Emma Thompson--go check up on her, if you care.)

It has been a quiet day. [livejournal.com profile] landley and [livejournal.com profile] fadethecat have been visiting us for the weekend. This morning, we went to my mother-in-law's home for brunch, which included deviled eggs and tasty crabmeat quiche. A few very nice birthday presents and a sugar-free cheesecake were produced. After brunch, [livejournal.com profile] landley, [livejournal.com profile] fadethecat, and I took a walk to a local park and generally around the neighborhood, admiring the budding plant life, the squirrels, and the sunny warm weather. We met a friendly cat on the way to the park. She was a young calico, barely out of kittenhood, who insisted we pet her without even bothering to sniff our extended hands first.

Now, we are back at my place. [livejournal.com profile] fadethecat is sitting on the sofa playing "Puzzle Pirates" and [livejournal.com profile] landley and I are camped out on either side of her, kibitzing. Eric is off taking a nap, and the cat is nowhere in evidence. It's not a high-energy Sunday by any means, and after the hyperactive couple of weeks all of us have had, it's very pleasant.

Thus my birthday weekend. Next weekend, Penguicon!
Music:: Puzzle Pirates sound effects
Mood:: 'lazy' lazy

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