Perhaps I should have a bit of brilliance today. Wise words for the young in all of us and specifically for everyone who actually is quite a bit younger than me. I think I might have done that last year.
Certainly I do not feel any older today. It is yet another day of sun, dust, and noise at BAF. The Task Force standard is that everyone gets a down day a week. For obvious reasons, I chose Saturday. The fact that it happens to be my birthday is just icing. Truly lucky.
This year is typical of “0” years for me. Those years that many of us now expect to be milestones. Where we are suppose to celebrate, reflect and wow our friends.
Not for me.
40 – I was newly arrived at Ft Drum. Desert Shield had started. I had a toddler (Ms Soprano) and an unwilling baby sitter in tow and pregnant with The Mole. No party (lots of pity), one flower, a phone call and a card.
50 – Detached to the Germans in Munich, I knew next to no one and the family was wrapped up in their daily life. It just might have been the year that someone decided a fine, stainless steel cooking pot made a great present. Should I mention depression and menopause or just leave it at not a great time in my life?
60 – well – here I am at Bagram sitting in the MWR and typing out this note. I got to sleep in. A card from a friend in the UK arrived several days ago. My day is well planned. Yet to accomplish are a couple of meals and an evening exercise class. I have no cell phone, so calling me is not an option.
Leave me a comment. I like those kind of presents. They endure.