In preparing some work for next month, I realized in a few weeks my birthday is happening. Then I realized I'm turning 40. Then I thought, huh.
I stopped caring too much about my birthday a few years back because they used to be so awesome that if one year it happened to fall in the middle of the week and was a total dud, I wouldn't be so disappointed. It's a birthday. Biggie. But I think birthdays ending in 0 should be sort of recognized more than usual. I guess. My only real wish is to see snow, which sounds idiotic to those of you in northern climes, but it's true. It's been a few years since I've seen any - last winter we got a couple of "wintery mix/freezing rain" days, but no fluffy white stuff. It's horseshit.
To see snow, I merely need to travel a hundred miles or less north/northwestward and it's really not that hard to do. So, now it's official: that's what I want to do. Honey, do you hear that? Wait, I don't call you Honey. Baby? That sounds stupid when I say it here. What's your name again? Dude. I want to see snow; you think you can make my birthday dream come true? I'd be so excited and happy. That was the plan last year until the entire month of February was taken up by people coming to visit me from Florida. Which I will never turn down. This year no one has any money and/or has stopped wanting to see me. Not to mention my birthday is on Friday the 13th, so what better plan than to take a truck that's not running very well up into the mountains to look for inclement weather. I didn't get to be this old without being this smart, let me tell you.
Forty. I still enjoy seeing the jaw-dropping looks of disbelief when I tell people my age, I'll admit that. Besides a few lines around the eyes and a couple of stupid gray (I typed gay by mistake; that works too) hairs, I don't think I look my age. Unless this is what forty looks like. Which, cool. But what I say to people who at first act like, Wow! and then give me the side-eye, is it's probably going to all fall apart at once - I'll wake up one day (hopefully a long LONG time from now) and look something like this:
I'll start calling everybody My Precious and become obsessed with yellow gold rings again, just like in the 80's. Then I'll toss myself into a live volcano.
Thanks, Tolkein, for always having the answers.