Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Forty-five years ago today I came into the world in a drafty wing of Tampa General Hospital. Kind of hard to believe I'm approaching half a century! (Or, as my Peace Corps friend Jennifer would say, I'm now in my middle middle forties. Next year I'll be in my late middle forties. Then my early late forties.)
At any rate, here's a photo of me on what I think was my tenth birthday, at my dad's house in Florida. That's my stepbrother Jim on the left, my brother JM next to me, and my stepsister Jennifer on the right. Dig that '70s decor. Lots of macrame and ferns!
I'd like to say I have extravagant plans for the day, but I really don't. Dave and I might go out for a martini after he gets home from work, but otherwise I'm staying close to home. We're starting Ruby on some new medication today so I need to stick around for that. Dave is planning a more thorough celebration on Saturday.
Meanwhile, I looked through my past birthday posts. Some years I didn't even mention it. And then there were the possessed cats.