Sunday, May 18, 2014

Officially a Senior.


 



I remember my 5th birthday well. Chicago 1964, a big new red trike, some Golden Books and a cake. I was happy.

I remember my 16th birthday well. Friends down the road (Thank you Becker Family) threw me a surprise party in their parents camper. We could not have  party at my house as my folks had kicked me out (they had good reason) and I was living in my car.  Couldn't do it inside the Becker house either.  We had broken more than one house rule there as well. But still...
I was happy.

I remember my 30th birthday well. Friend Jay rented a limo (totally Jay's style) and we toured all the questionable establishments in all the questionable areas of Chicago.
I was happy.

I remember my 50th birthday well. Daughter Raven threw me a huge surprise party complete with old friends, new friends, an Irish Band, food music and drink. To this day I have not yet looked at the pictures taken that night. Too afraid. But I know...
I was happy.     Maybe too happy.

Yesterday was the big 55. Keith and I were  treated to lunch by my friend Gene, who I have known for half a century (gasp) and his gal Carol. Then I was brought back to The Poor Farm where I was surprised to find my kids and all my sisters doing even more clean up duty. Bags and bags of garbage were removed (it never ends) new paths were cut thorough areas for future secret gardens and the endless littering of old tires were neatly placed in one zone.
I was happy.

Today, our four kids and GK's are coming for dinner.
I AM so happy.

Bring on the senior discounts !

13 comments:

  1. Have a very, very Happy Birthday, DWFR!

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    1. Thanks Carolyn, the last 55 have been a blast.

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  2. 5yrs to 55yrs...how did it pass by so quickly! Best wishes for an amazing day for you all!

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    1. You think it went fast for you? Imagine how I feel!

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  3. I had a huge 'White' birthday party when I was 30, and another huge party when I was 50. I suppose the next biggy will have to be 70 (if I make it).

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    1. A "white" birthday party? You throw that out and don't explain? How rude...and if you make it to 70 I'll name another bar of soap after you.

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    2. Everyone came dressed in white.

      If I make it to 70, I'll NEED another soap.

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    1. Just following your lead Tom...to age with grace, beauty and just the right touch of sarcasm

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  5. I suppose we all have to grow up sometime. I am older than you but I am still debating whether I should. MB

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    1. Growing up is overrated. I only act mature in public.

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