As I write this on the evening of June 5th, my mind meandering towards my birthday tomorrow, I find myself thinking that the feeling of time shift, or time drift– the effect of constantly writing these posts in advance and scheduling them for a particular date, will be the surest and most long-lasting memory of my year of blogging every day. Already this evening I am getting Happy Birthday wishes on my Facebook wall, though honestly I don’t feel any older just yet.
Tomorrow Ron and I plan to celebrate with a late lunch at the new Chinese buffet that has opened in our neighborhood. (The one that closed a while back seems to have been re-incarnated as a Seven-Eleven.) After our lunch we will drive up to Milton to run an errand and then pick up our returning roommate, who is due back from two weeks in Canada visiting his girlfriend. Ron seems to be very much looking forward to having him back home. And some day soon, the UPS man will bring me my birthday present– Ron ordered me a case of Zapp’s potato chips– all the Cajun craw tator flavor. I plan to hoard them and stretch them out for the whole summer. He actually offered me a choice of the chips or an assortment of Hubig’s pies, but it seems to me we get plenty of sweets, and I find I really do miss my Zapp’s.
I frankly doubt that I will have nearly as many people wishing me a happy birthday on this post as I was able to round up for Holly’s birthday post a few months ago. While I’m sure I will receive a flurry of messages, I frankly doubt it will be a blitzkrieg. But I know that I will be genuinely grateful for each and every message I receive. Forty-eight years, egad. When did I get so……old?