No-so-over the hill....yet

I am officially 39. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel, but I don't feel differently. I'm hoping that it stays this way for a while yet. I don't have the mid-life crisis thing going on. I've learned that practical cars, practical shoes, and good booze are important. I still have all of my faculties, and I'm thankful that I still have friends and family whom I dearly love.

I love having this day come the day before a holiday. After all, it's one of the few times of the year that I can totally rip things up, and never have to go into work the next day. All I'm responsible for doing is getting up in time for the Milton parade at noon, and thank goodness, my dogs keep me honest with getting up in time. I enjoy the Milton parade around the 4th of July. It's a great place to people watch.

In fact I recall a time when I was sitting along the curb in the path of the parade, and how my nieces Sarah and Becca (Hannah was still too young to know how to fetch candy) were sitting along the curb catching candy. Along comes some clown (literally a clown), handing out candy to the kids. I recall that he advised them not to eat too much candy, as it might cause their teeth to fall out. In looking at this weathered soul, I think he literally had three teeth in total. Word to the wise!

Anyhow, I have more to reminisce about at 39, and had the startling enlightenment today that one of my employees could be my kid, given my age. Ah well.

Hopefully 39 is the new 25.

Happy birthday, USA!