50 Is The New 30
This past Monday - June 4th - was my 50th birthday. I didn't write of it here because, quite frankly, it kind of bummed me out, but mostly because it was just another day. I got up, had breakfast and went to work. I finally had a party today with family and a handful of friends, but other than ice cream cupcakes with my wife and kids, there was no celebration on my actual birthday, at home or at work. To be fair, there was nothing done at work because several co-workers were not in the office that day, but they are going to be taking me out to lunch later in the month. And since my MIL and FIL were out of the country until this weekend, we waited until this afternoon (Sunday) to have family party so they could attend. In attendance: me, Mrs. Muzzy and my two daughters, my two brothers and their families, my MIL and FIL and SIL and her son, and my two friends TH and GS, and GS's wife. We had pop, candy, chips and dip, and an ice cream cake from Dairy Queen. There were presents, of course: a tee-shirt with '50 is the new 30' written on it, a bottle of wine, some gift cards to B&N, a DVD, power supply for my computer, keyboard for my Palmpilot, a book/book on CD, and recording unit that hasn't actually been released yet. Anyway, I had intended tonight to write some kind of treatise on aging, some grand tract full of witty aphorisms, but as the day winds down, I'm just tired and sleepy. I guess the one good thing about getting older: it beats the alternative. Peace.