Today has been an odd 24 hours. I was given flowers, had a dark time, was encouraged by a friend to bare my soul and laugh again. Slept, woke up and was thankful I could wake and not be injured (two different friends both broke bones days prior to their 50th bdays....). Bear paid for my lunch today and gave me books and certificates for books. My friend, Kanga (who writes a most awesome blog about travels overseas called Living the Travel Channel) gave me books, and the Craftsman gave me a bouquet of colorful mums and some daffodils I'll put outside when it is warmer. He also gave me rainchecks for two dates. Right now, Bear is on the computer, the Craftsman is watching the Super Bowl, and I am blogging, baking, and hoping to finish a book or several! Yup, odd kind of day.
Can't wait for Bear's birthday. We already had the cake part, but his is in a few days and I am soooo looking forward to planning fun things to do! (I didn't want to plan anything for myself. That would just be strange.)
So, 50 appears to be similar to every other age. What is it Madeline L'Engle said? “The great thing about getting older is that you don't lose all the other ages you've been.”
I like that.