Post 1920 - Happy Birthday To Me

Today was my birthday.  I am 48 years old.

There.  Got that part out of the way.

I told you the other night that I was given an early birthday present the other night from my sister.  That wasn't quite accurate.  Here: Take a look at it.

As you can see, it is a cross stitch thing of a ship with a famous quotation.  It was made by my sister, and she worked on it all Winter.

Of particular note is the frame.  It was built by my father some years ago, back when he could do such a thing.  To receive a present from my sister and my father, two years after his passing, is really something.  I'm very proud of it.  I love it.  Thank you, Gayle, for making this for me.  Thank you very much.

I'm so proud of it, in fact, that I am keeping it at my work.  I am not going to keep it at the house, where a cat can scratch it to pieces.  At work, where colleagues can admire it with a degree of jealous and envy.  Yeah.  Work.  Get over it.

I'm 48 today.  I noted that it was my 24th birthday, 24 years ago today, when I signed the contract for my first job after university.  I met people at that job who remain friends to this day.  At least one is a regular reader of this blog.

Things haven't changed much in the last year.  I work in a different part of the city, which is growing on me.   I continue to have the capacity to learn new things, and I like that.   I still miss my father.  I still wish I had more time to read more of the books that are cluttering my house.  Newbie is still a strange cat  who likes to sleep under the covers and seldom meows.  I still spend time at my mother's and love the town of Wolfville more by each passing day.  People still hit me up to fix their computers in the same way they used to hit up my dad to do free carpentry work for them.

Patricia asked me this week what I needed for my birthday this  year.  I fear I am getting to the point in my life where I don't need that much.  I want stuff, but don't need it.  I indicated that I needed a new battery for my watch, so that was done.  I need new running shoes, and I will get those.  I don't need the "Repairman Jack" novels by F. Paul Wilson that are missing from the ones that I own.  I want them.  It's taken me a long time to learn the difference, sometimes subtle, between wanting something and needing it.  Some people never learn.

The watch runs much better now.  Thanks for asking.  I still don't have those Repairman Jack's.  Maybe some other day.  I can wait.

That's it for tonight.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy