Today is my 48th birthday. Funny, I don't feel a day over 50.
Taking inventory today I find I can make the following statements with complete confidence:
- My sense of humor stopped maturing somewhere around 16.
- I went running today and made it about 3/4 of a mile before Nick Nolte's voice came into my head, saying "I'm too old for this $#!+"
- It's worth it to get up each day to watch the sun rise.
- Being rich with blessings is better than just being rich (never having actually been rich, I guess this is more of a hypothesis....)
- I like what I do and I [try to] do what I like
- I think you can buy T-shirts that say that
- Music feeds me better than any food (except for my mom's cherry-custard pie, which totally kicks culinary butt)
- My hair is growing well, but in all the wrong places
- The aches and pains of growing old are simply there to remind you that you are still among the living.
- I love the company of my family of friends and the love of my own little family
Holly G. Wallinger
King John II of Portugal (I think this is for whom the Porta John is named)
Frederica of Mecklenburg-Strelitz
Alexander Graham "Cracker" Bell
John Montgomery "Monkey" Ward
Charles "The Scheme" Ponzi
Jean "The Original Hotness" Harlow
Doc "Guitar" Watson
Gudrun Pausewang (perhaps the BEST name EVER!)
"Who will?" Lee Radziwill
Lys Assia (second best name ever)
Matt Diaz (Let's Go BUCS!)
and my special birthday pal John "George Peppard" Kogge
I plan to celebrate with a day of writing (book, blog [check!], and song), loads of my fave food, perhaps a frosty-cold bevvy, and a long walk (with birding) around the farm. Thanks to all my friends over at Facebook for the wishes of the day, for the direct notes I've gotten. Hugs to Julie for her always-sweet annual birthday post.
The biggest thanks of the day goes to my mom, Elsa Ekenstierna Thompson, for giving me this life. And to my dad, Bill Thompson, Jr., whom I miss so very much.