Tuesday, April 26, 2005


On Sunday I was thirty-nine. On Monday I turned thirty-ten. Odd, I didn't feel any different, starting my 5th decade of life and all.

My dad brought three cakes into the staff lounge before school. Students had notes for me on the whiteboard--they couldn't miss the balloons my dad had brought. After school my sister picked me up and we went downtown for browsing, eating, a little drinking, and a lot of talking. I got home around 10:30.

It was a good day.

1 comment:

Dan Edwards said...

Happy Birthday, Belatedly. The big four-OH eh. Time to buy a convertable or a big red pickup. I had to settle on a small red pickup, but very useful for hauling firewood.

fun story about getting excused from Frosh roundup duty.