It was my birthday on Tuesday. I'm 40 now, which frankly doesn't feel a lot different from 27. But then, up until a couple of years ago I would have told you that I was still 17 inside my head, so I guess I am making slow progress towards adulthood, after years of fighting it.
I'm poking around the internet in a coffee shop this morning, because I am one of the 15 people remaining in North America who still has dial-up internet and my phone at the house has been dead since the big rainstorm we had on Thursday. I think this may in fact be the last straw that gets me to call up and have the fiber-optic high-speed internet which is now available in my neighborhood hooked up to my house. But I've been saying I'm going to call them since it first became available months ago, and I haven't done it yet.
I have not addressed my Halloween cards yet. If I normally send you one, you can expect it to be late this year.
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Weird Al fans don't qualify as "grown up".
Hmmm. I'm 40. It feels a little different from 27. One, I'm 40 pounds heavier. Two, my hip hurts. Three, my chest is wrinkled. And four, I've lost that youthful glow.
Happy Belated Birthday!
I turned 30 in August, as you know. I still feel 20. The older I get the more firmly I believe that age is just a number. (If it wasn't for bills and responsibilities I'd never feel that I was an adult.)
I'll be 42 in four months... I don't know if I have felt 17 for a very long time. However, I'm in good health, physically at least, and appear to be stable if not happy so whatever age I am inside doesn't seem too relevant to me! I still get along with anyone from 16 to 90. Hope you enjoyed your birthday!