Yes, it was my birthday today. Let's be honest with one another. I am now 47 years old.
After work, Patricia took me to dinner to the sushi place 2 doors up from my work. Even though it's been there for 15 years or so, we had never set foot in the place. Just one of those things that you never get around to doing. We had a really nice meal. After that, we browsed in the used bookstore next door, and then we made our way over to Celebration Square for the Stanfields concert.
My frig, The Stanfields are good. Their music is infectious and fun and energetic. That they are young enough to be my children, had I any, is something I will try to forget. I like them and the Black Keyes so much that I may actually go out and buy their cd's. I am one of those old-fashioned people who believe that musicians should be compensated for their music. Sue me.
After the Stanfields were finished, Old Man Luedecke performed for us. With all due respect to Mr. Luedecke, his music doesn't mesh with that of the Stanfield's. It was good, but we decided to leave a bit early. We arrived home just past 9pm. It's now past 9:30, and I sit here in my home office, tapping away on my junky desktop, with my radio tuned into the Charles Adler show on News 95.7. Life is good.
This would usually be the time, and the place, to reflect on one's life. I am 47. My life is probably more than half over, perhaps even significantly more than half over. My dad made it to 78, but his health had taken a precipitous turn by the time he was 77. I hope I make it to that long, in a reasonable degree of health. Anything after that will be gravy, the gravy I should stop drenching my food with if I want to make it to 78.
I have regrets, but it is foolish to dwell on them as they cannot be undone. I have done some things I regret; I have not done some things that I regret not doing. Who doesn't?
I am gratified that I have my health, Patricia, good friends, a decent job that pays decently, some computers to play with at night, Newbie, Cindy Clawford, more books than a person could ever read, and the desire to read them.
I am gratified that so many people on facebook took the time to write me today, and that the day is not yet over, so I may get more birthday wishes 'ere the day is done.
I am gratified that I had a pleasant day doing things that I enjoy, and a pleasant evening with someone special and a fun concert afterward. I drove home in a good car that will eventually be mine and type these words on a computer that nobody can ever take from me, using a computer desk that I got for free and assembled myself.
All in all, I cannot complain about my life in any fundamental way. There are some irritants, but they are transient; and the day will come, not long hence, when they will be gone, and I will still be here, drinking the crappy coffee from Certainly Cinnamon, cracking bad jokes with the boys, and looking forward to another weekend.
How was your day, folks? Mine was pretty good!