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JUNE 9, 2009 12:27PM
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Joyeux anniversaire to all the June birthday kids
Find your minutes, hours, weeks age here. Some of you are turning the clock on 23 Million minutes this June. Since I have a million more minutes on some of you, that ought to count for something. Like a bigger slice of cake perhaps. In any case, happy birthday to all of us.
Sheldon was talking about coming up on 40, or 23 million-ish minutes old. I can happily report to you that at 40 so many vital things still work, and I am not talking about your knees, although that is good too. To commemorate the roll over from thirty-nine to forty, we drove all day and night to visit the Grand Canyon so I could meet something far older, far more worn than me and see how it fared.
And there is was, calm, majestic and serene and well, worn in that beautific way. And at sunset it was as if the Canyon glow was a personal birthday message telling me that I was pretty much a gnat, an insignificant click in time and to get over my little self. I was humbled, awed, and enjoyed more cake than one person should consume.
The good news, though I was not aware of it yet, was that at 40, my hair was still brunette all on its own.
Grand Canyon: Age? More than 40. Photo by Ansel Adams
At 50 years, 26 million-ish minutes, when my hair was no longer brunette on its own, I had a small birthday gathering with friends and toasted my good fortune which included still breathing. AARP invaded my mailbox 5 minutes after I turned 50. You can read about that here. All of these people in this photo are still my friends with the exception of 2. Currently they are handy spare back-up friends.
50, still breathing and drinking
At 52 I has surpassed the life span of my matriarchal ancestors and celebrated in Paris merely by chance. While my hair was way more silver than brunette at that point, no one in Paris gave it a second thought. So neither did I.
birthday dinner in Paris
I turn 54 this week- not on purpose. It just happens that the clock keeps on ticking away those minutes whether I want it to or not. But in the scheme of things, being around to hear the ticking is a good thing. Even 24 million of them.
72 year old Golden Gate Bridge from Marin Headlands
(photo courtesy of Wallpaperme.com)
I plan to be sitting under the 72 year old, almost 38 million minutes old Golden Gate Bridge, somewhere in the Fort Baker sandbox, not in the water, frolicking with Lulu and Phoebe, off leash. I will celebrate by gazing up into the aged bridge and hoping not only that I am that structurally sound but that I look that good in 18 more years. And yes, of course, I will share some cake. Happy Birthday and Joyeux Anniversaire my fellow OS June birthday friends.
cake?
Comments
Happy Birthday, L&P, from a fellow member of the 28.4 million candle club! There are many of us here on OS, I believe. Perhaps we should start holding meetings (and I know who I'd want bringing the food). When I clicked on here, I was expecting something about politics -- don't ask me why -- and instead found this charming, wistful, beautifully written meditation on the passage of time. Perhaps if I start thinking of my own life in terms of minutes, I won't waste so many of them.
Anyway, cheers --
Anyway, cheers --
Happy Birthday. Loved this. From one is several million ahead of you.
Happy 54th birthday, tell me life is good on the other side of 50?! I remember one comedian used to say his mother always referred to his age in terms of months: he was 3 mos. old as a baby. Years later she tells friends, he is 60 months old...
Thank Laurel - we should have a club, as long as we get a clubhouse too. Minutes are a little bit sobering, aren't they?!
Thank you Lea - if I do half as well as you I should be so lucky!
Yes Deborah, life on the other side of the big 5-0 is fine, except for the things that fall apart, but who wants them anyway. As long as the hair stays on the head it can change color, and one foot that works well is nice, and as long as both knees don't crap out you are good to go! Seriously - not nearly as bad as I thought. I'm still breathing! And the other good thing is that half the time you won't even remember how old you are. Now that is a good thing!
Thank you Lea - if I do half as well as you I should be so lucky!
Yes Deborah, life on the other side of the big 5-0 is fine, except for the things that fall apart, but who wants them anyway. As long as the hair stays on the head it can change color, and one foot that works well is nice, and as long as both knees don't crap out you are good to go! Seriously - not nearly as bad as I thought. I'm still breathing! And the other good thing is that half the time you won't even remember how old you are. Now that is a good thing!
In case you were thinking of buying me a purple car with two lovely pups aboard, my birthday will be in 10 days, 10 hours, and 9 minutes. :) What a super fun post!
See! Another June baby. Happy almost 1IM. The car with pups will be there shortly. They love meatloaf cupcakes and will nap on command. And so will the car.
I don't know how old I am in minutes, but I FEEL like about 600 trillion. Happy Birthday!
Joyeux Anniversaire a tu! (may I be informal with you or would you prefer vous?) Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday L&P!! :D
(this was beautifully written)
(this was beautifully written)
Happy Birthday! I'm millions older than you - not sure seeing it in minutes was a good thing.
Which of the pretty girls is pictured in the hat?
Which of the pretty girls is pictured in the hat?
Thank you everyone! We are pretty much under the bridge at the moment and wifi is sloooooooowww. Will comment more later when back in real wifi land. The fog is behaving so amazing views.
Lulu is the birthday hat girl. Phoebe had a passenger tick this morning (so much for the monthly app of no good stuff).
Happy birthday world.
Lulu is the birthday hat girl. Phoebe had a passenger tick this morning (so much for the monthly app of no good stuff).
Happy birthday world.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! Rated for fun, you made me smile!
It may seem late but I wanna greet you a belated happy birthday. When I had mine this year, I treated myself with scented jar candles and a nice massage.
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