Happy Birthday

My birthday.
Fifty three.
I have never minded getting older. And this year, getting older seems like a really neat thing.

Went out to dinner with friends we double-dated with in college, who live here now. Thirty three years of Scrabble and Champagne and I still love it.

I thought I knew so much then, when I was twenty, thirty, forty.
I really didn't.

I'm figuring on my seventieth birthday, I'll look back and say, wow at age fifty three I thought I knew everything.

Waiting. Waiting.  Waiting.

Life is pretty good. Pretty, pretty good!