Birthdays For Grown-Ups
Huh. Yesterday was a Tuesday. I’ve made a commitment to blog on Tuesdays and Fridays. I didn’t blog yesterday.
I could make all sorts of excuses: I was waiting for an important phone call in the morning, which distracted me from my ordinary schedule. I had a hangnail. My tea was brewed too strong.
Or, I could roll out the real excuse: Monday was my birthday, and I took it as a holiday from work, which meant that I thought yesterday was a Monday. ::shrug::
I remember how important birthdays were when I was a kid. My parents always let us have birthday parties: roller-skating parties at the local rink with most of the class or sleep-overs with a handful of kids or (once!) a trip to Ice Capades with three hand-picked best friends.
But the birthday party I remember best would make kids roll their eyes now. My father brought a film projector home from work. We went to the public library and checked out a film (actual film, not videotape!) about the life of otters. For my party, we popped popcorn and showed a movie in our living room — which was incredibly novel and exciting!
Yeah, that was a long time ago.
I know people (fellow adults) who treat their birthday as a federal holiday, day of holy obligation, and relationship referendum all in one. They want their favorite meals, and a pile of gifts, and elaborate cakes, and a constant stream of me, me, me.
As you can probably tell from the above paragraph, I’m not one of those people. In fact, I spent this birthday running errands with my husband, which was fun and (relatively) low-key. (Would have been completely low-key, but some of the errands were a bit fraught — more on that in another post.) I woke up to a short stack of birthday cards from my husband (and one from the cats), and I ate my favorite cereal for breakfast. I got to choose where we went for our late lunch, and we ate a lot, too much, so we didn’t track down cake or ice cream or other dessert. I checked in on Facebook a few times during the day and was amused by the messages people left me.
Oh, and I forgot to post on my blog 🙂
Really, that’s enough for a grown-up birthday. At least, it is for me.
How about you? Are you a low-key grown-up birthday person? Or are you a no-holds-barred celebrator? (Come on! Maybe you can convince me to change my ways!)