Half-a-century, Part three: the day itself

Yojimbo's tribute on the heels of Jon's.

E-cards from the few at work that I let know.

Lunch with Stella (her treat): a walk, soup, quiche, and reinventing education from the ground up, all in forty-five minutes.



Dinner at Perche'No with Otis, complete with complimentary sgroppino.


The drinks are made with lemon gelato, prosecca (sparkling wine), and vodka.

Home for chillaxin' and suchlike.

Phone messages from friends and family.

Totally. Cool.

Actual conversation with the hostess as we were being seated tonight:

Otis: It's his birthday.
Hostess: Oh, how old are you?
Me: Fifty.
Hostess: No! Really?
Me: Yep.
Hostess: (looking at Otis) How old are you?!

Ack!

Man, it seems like it's been life-a-go-go since the Shinto ceremony. This week at Cascadia has been very busy so far, with classes and responding and prep and meetings all running together, and Antioch has started up as well. I closed out my fiscal year spreadsheet (and started a new one, of course). I just this evening sold the Little Black Car to O and Johnbai.

And in between all these bouts of business I have been reading and reveling in the cards and emails and blogs and comments that have been coming my way to wish me birthday goodness. I am actually 20 or so minutes into my 51st year right now, if you adjust for the time difference (hiya, birth-twin K! Happy to you, too!) between here and Long Island College Hospital; the celebration seems to have been going on for days, and it will continue with dinners and get-togethers yet to come. Thanks again, everyone - it's really great.

Oh - and here's a version of what Jon of Monmouth was getting at - I've had it for a while: