Tomorrow, I will celebrate my 40th Birthday! Yay! I’m pleased and proud. No, really, I am! As my grandfather says, growing older sure beats the alternative. He also says that any day you wake up on this side of the dirt is a good day. :- )
Anyway, I’m pleased and proud, but not feeling particularly festive about it. I am not feeling like having a party, although I would like to go out to a honkytonk and drink margaritas and dance to country music. When people ask me what I want for my birthday, the most exciting thing I can think of is gardening books and new Carhartt workpants for the season. Maybe a new garden hat would be nice.
Along that vein, Tony gave me a beautiful Gerber knife for my 40th that will be extremely helpful in the garden! I love it! It’s the first really practical knife I’ve ever had and I’ve already put it to good use.
I had hoped that 40 would be more inspiring. Somewhere in my imagination I had pictured 40 with a trip to Vegas or something more monumental, but in the end, it will probably be a much quieter affair. Dinner with the folks. An evening with Tony.
Hopefully I will feel more inspired about the next 48 years than I do about the next 48 hours. Honestly, I can’t even seem to work up any hoopla at all.
Phooey. I was hoping to meet my inner wild-child. Maybe next year…