60

I have been dreading this day for months, but now that it’s passed, everything’s fine.  I’m cool with being 60.  I find it hard to believe but it’s easy to do the math.  2014-1954=60.

It was a low key celebration.  Went to a better than average poetry reading last night, featuring a Canadian folk duo.  Had a lazy day today, with just one class.  My crazy Iranian kids.  Ages 7 up to about 14.  All shouting at once.  But, they’re focused.  They want to learn English.  So, it’s always an enjoyable class.  And today they learned the epic, downright sysyphian tale of the eentsy-weentsy spider.

Then I picked up Isabel from school, just like when I was 59, and went home.  I’d pretty much forgotten it was my birthday when Helena showed up, loaded with loot.  I got two new shirts, a wallet, a bag – seriously,  my old one was comically bedraggled, worn through  in spots and with one zipper broken.  We had KFC for dinner, followed by a thick, sweet, fudge cake with chocolate frosting.

And now I’m off to bed.  I’ll write a more serious blog tomorrow.  It’s my birthday.