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| I outlived him. |
Picking up where I'd been bitching and/or moaning, I turned 40 on Friday. As with most big events, I'd given the day a lot of thought for several months and had several ideas that would require several stages of planning, but then I stopped thinking about everything until a week before the big day and by then it was too late to do anything reasonable.
This chain of events also applies annually to:
- My anniversary
- My parents' anniversary
- My parents' birthdays
- Any family gathering I choose to host
- Mrs. The Anthony Show's birthday
You get the idea. In the case of my birthday, I sort of froze up when it came to major plans because I was hamstrung by the limits in funds and time. Had either of those elements been — not
unlimited, but let's say
less limited — things could have been a little different.
I must also note that for many years leading up to
numero cuarenta, I had this hopeful assumption regarding my place in the universe, which would have a heavy influence on how I would celebrate this milestone.
What would that be like, you ask? Well...
