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71, DUDE

Have you heard about it?

I got to be 71 yesterday.

I got a lot of nice cards and some sweet phone calls.

Most of all, I got what I wanted as a present!

I made clear that I didn't want anything and that is what I got.

John made this neat box out of greeting cards (6 of them, right?) and inside there was, well, nothing!

The perfect gift.

The gift that keeps on giving.

I have never been very happy about the celebration of birthdays with presents.

I think because I rarely got what I wanted when I was a kid (my over the top expectations, not my parents low performance) so birthday presents were always marked with a tinge of regret and sadness.

Ungrateful asshole that I can be.

So, the way of 'no presents' is paved for a successful trip down the happiness road.

Managing expectations.

No present, no disappointment.

A good life policy.

Of course last year we had the huge party to celebrate the date and the ten years we were here.

Not a present actually.

A celebration.

Last night we went and had supper at Sherman's Deli, an old favorite, and I had my annual piece of cake. A coconut monster layered with nice thin icing.

I don't like the icing so light is better.

And the best part of that is that no one, no one, sang happy birthday.

Labels: life