One of my co-workers mentioned today that they did not realize my birthday (today) was so close to my procedure (which is happening Wednesday.) Somehow, for me, this is no big surprise. In my life, everything seems to happen near my birthday.
Often, it is Easter (I have had several Easter Sundays that have fallen on my birthday; hey, free chocolate to celebrate, right?) President Reagan had an assassination attempt occur on my birthday. And, if there is going to be an end of the season snowstorm, it will, undoubtedly, fall on my birthday.
But I share a birthday with Warren Beatty and Eric Clapton. Is that cool, or what? Okay, also John Astin...but Eric Clapton! Seriously!
And, yes, a lot is happening this week. And, yes, I am celebrating this alone. But not really. I have had more friends than usual congratulating me on Facebook as well as at work. And today, the highlight of my day was a birthday card I received. I knew it wouldn't be from my mother, as she is dealing with the recent death of her second husband. But today I got this card, with the back side covered (I mean covered!) with stickers. I was thinking it was from the mentally handicapped gentleman who cleaned at the last place I worked, and from whom I learned sign language to speak with him, so that he wouldn't feel so lost.
But, no, it wasn't him. It was from my choir - the choir that sang "Happy Birthday" to me on Sunday. So, no, I guess I am not as alone as I think I am.
Happy Birthday to me!
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