Zero Year Birthdays

Suck.  Period. Full Stop. 

Trust me on this – I have decades of experience upon which to base my opinion. 

For those who are wondering what I am nattering on about – I am referring to those birthdays which end in the number “0.” The fact that it also corresponds to the ending of the year in which we are currently living has more to do with the year in which I was born than anything else.

Got it?  40, 50, 60, 70 ….

Let me give you an example. In 1990 I was at Ft Drum, pregnant and with a toddler in tow. George and Shana were in DC. I did not particularly celebrate that year.

In 2000 I was stationed in Munich. The family loved it – I didn’t. That was the year that George gave me the pasta pot that he always wanted for my birthday.

in 2010 I was in Afghanistan.

This year – that wonderful 2020 – we have SARS-COV2 – that wonderful (gag) virus which has killed off more than 212,000 in the US alone in spite of the fact that there are people who still think that the virus is a hoax. 

Part of the reason that I am whining has to do with trivial things – like having planned my birthday as a sea day, cruising between Japan and Singapore. Obviously that didn’t happened. 

But I am healthy and planning on remaining that way. I am financially stable, glad that I can contribute to my local businesses and the Alameda Food Bank. 

Ah, well. I truly appreciate all the birthday greetings from everyone. Perhaps I will just push this birthday celebration off till next year.