Today is the hub’s birthday; he is sixty-nine, or as I like to express it, he has begun ‘participation’ in his seventieth year of life.
I am about to retell the ‘duration’ part — again! — so, if you want to bail out of this post, now’s your chance. Some time between our first date on April Fool’s Day forty-three years ago and his birthday, we were a done deal.
This Corona lockdown has made us wonder if that was a wise decision…
Here is a photo taken a Winter or so ago by our photographer friend who teaches in California. He sent it this morning with birthday wishes. In this photo I look exactly like my older brother: genes will out.
I hope everyone is doing well. And that lockdown remark I made an instant ago, I didn’t really mean it.
Well, I sorta meant it, but it’s his birthday, so…
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April 30, 2020 at 5:18 pm
Willym
Well happy birthday …. oh to be in the prime of youth! And there is nothing wrong with the 70th decade! And as for the lockdown situation I have hidden all the knives and sharp objects in our house right from the beginning.
And I repeat Happy Birthday to the Hubby… 69 is a fine number.
May 10, 2020 at 6:50 pm
Urspo
“Come celebrate with me this day that everyday something has tried to kill me and has failed.” – L. Clifton.