Today was my birthday and now, at 10 p.m. or so, it's nearly over. I have survived. Thank goodness that this year is a once in a lifetime year. A year when numbers do coincidental things. Let's see if I can do some creative algebra (I warn you it has been a very long time - for algebra).
1900 + a = the year I was born and,
a = my age today, and
1900 + 2a = 2010
How old am I?
We celebrated a day early because 'A' had Thursday off work.
For my birthday we went to Skip's for an early dinner. It was a dreary day, rainy, but not as dark as when I took this picture of the 63 year old sign at Skip's.On the way home from Skip's, I stopped to check out this gate at a cemetery in Ipswich.'A' and I decided we would have to go walking in there sometime. Then I stopped at a hobby shop that I thought might have the glue that I needed for a repair job. They didn't. When we got home the sun came out. My mom and 'A' arranged my presents below an extremely large helium balloon in the shape of a palm tree. (Thanks 'A'!). I unwrapped presents and then 'A' and I went for a walk along the beaches before cake-time.Cake was the lemon pound cake that I requested. There had been many protests about baking, and excuses like, "I don't have the recipe anymore." So I left a copy of a recipe that I found online in plain sight! It was (and still is) yummy! I've got it all to myself because my mom decided that she didn't like it and 'A' is working very hard on eating nutritiously.
Today, my actual birthday, was grim. My mom decided she just didn't feel well and acted appropriately to that. And oh, I'm sorry to be this way on your birthday, Happy Birthday. No more details written here. It was quite a letdown. I worked on keys, went to another hobby store for glue (which was an hour's driving nightmare), and worked some more. Mom perked up a little by evening, which was a relief. I never got around to preparing any dinner so it was a peanut butter sandwich for me! I didn't hear from my best friend whose birthday was just a few days ago. The first year I've been forgotten by her.
Done until next year when numbers aren't weird.