Here I am posting as I ring in a New Year for myself after completing 52 years in this life. It started out at 6:30 this morning when Gene sent me an email saying Happy Birthday early because he was traveling tomorrow. Then my friend I call OC Bill left a note on Facebook and then it snowballed...phone calls, emails and texts. I was going to correct everyone and let them know that my birthday is actually the 15th. I figured it not only impolite but acting rather like a spoiled sport when everyone is genuinely happy to make the effort to send best wishes and I am truly happy to hear them.
I have always liked my birthday. It comes as such a convenient time for me and everyone else I believe. It's right after Halloween and the weather is usually always good even a bit warm for the fall season. It's in that lull before the insanity of the Christmas Rush right after Thanksgiving.
When I started to actually think about, everyone was right all along. I was born 01:49 CST on November 15th. When in California I should be celebrating my birthday at 11:49pm PST on November 14th, which is what I'm doing now.
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You are 52? I thought you were much older than that! ;-)
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