Saturday, April 25, 2009

Oh Crap It’s That Day Again

It’s been a hell of a year, and promises to get even more interesting pretty damn soon.  The new car arrived yesterday, not without tsurris but we overcame it as will we overcome all obstacles with which our way may be strewn in days ahead.  My birthday soiree to Rohan was diverted due to Rohan being clo-sed, so we retooled the plans for Aziza cocktails but they weren’t open in time for us, and ultimately we tried five places before settling on our favorite for appetizers and a local newbie for supper - both serviceable, though not particularly noteworthy except that we left the kids behind and went out on our own. 

Also we’ve now got a new cable remote that I don’t understand (plus like a million more on-screen options, plus all the old stuff but I’m not sure how to make it all work together).  PLUS ZACH AND JESSE ARE cURRENTLY SLEEPING IN THE SAME ROOM.  If this works the way I hope it does, THE FUTURE IS NOW.  For our home design, at least. 

Which brings me to my annual birthday poem.  I got some amazing and very sweet sentiments of a natally-commemorative sort from many friends of many stripes - old friends only recently renewed, longstanding friends who are like parts of my own soul, intensely dear friends I’ve actually never met and some passing acquaintances whose good wishes still are much appreciated.  But the most important felicitations of the day come from myself, in the form of a poem pursuant to hoary tradition of five or six years and if you want to read the old ones you can link through the archives, it’s getting too ponderous to link it all up.  But anyway, here’s this year’s, and I hope it’s everything you hoped it could be:

Man alive I’m 45
Looks like now I’m here to stay
Revolutions, colts and me
I lived to fight another day
I’m the new black, the new Coke, the new 30
Everyone’s doing it, starting with me
Open promptly, offer expires
Like you seen on your teevee
Invented by myself alone
to keep having birthdays till forty-and-five
I’ve played it by ear, building year upon year
and can you believe it - I’m still here alive.
Better faster stronger older
You can do it - Ask me how
Swim like shark but taste like chicken
Focus on the here and now
One more year has left me blinking
One year less left in my store
I’ve fared well for forty-five
So here’s to forty-five once more!

You may now return to your normal activities.  Thanks for your support.