Mi Cumpleanos

So I approach another birthday, insignificant in terms of celebrated “zero” numerology, but it’s still there and has to be navigated.  I think these are “speed-bump” birthdays, but they’re becoming less disruptive, and more complicit in abetting my hurtling to dusty doom.

It’s like I’m cruising along, as we do in a comfortable car that befits our age, registering the occasional Mail Pouch barn painting, even perhaps a Burma Shave collection of signs (Sleepy?/Just remember, pard,/That marble slab/Is doggone hard.), when I check my speedometer and - shit! - see it says 68.  I was sure I had put it on cruise control at 50.

Even so, it’s just a blip.  When I hit this late October birthday, in recent years, I’ve been thinking that, Hey!, even if I get a diagnosis, I’ve got one more summer.  And since I mostly avoid my doctor, I’m unlikely to even have a diagnosis.

So here we go again, one more lap around the celestial wristwatch.  Look forward to my 69th.

5 Comments

  1. Different celestial wristwatch, but around the same spot on the dial. Good still to be also sharing e-space with you 14 years on from our Salon Bloggers debut!

  2. Kathleen:

    A friend advised me that middle age is halfway between our age and 100!

  3. I love this birthday post! “…my hurtling to dusty doom,” sums it up so well. Until then, enjoy these revolutions around the sun and have a wonderful birthday.

  4. John:

    Birthdays tend to come quicker and with less pomp as we age, don’t they? Mine are moving along at such a rapid clip that I think I’ll catch up with you by next year.

  5. Phil:

    Dick: Yes, that was a very formative time for me. Glad we’ve been able to maintain the Salon connection.

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