Turning 63

Apparently I'm older now. Hmm...

I turned 63 this past week. To very little fanfare. Very little. In fact, I may not have even realized it if not for people telling me it was my birthday.

I have always shared a birthday with my mom. Yep, I was born on her birthday, so we've shared it my entire life, and every year of hers since she turned 25. Sorry, mom.

Sometimes I get down on my birthday because, I suppose sometimes I get my expectations too high. There are other times, though, where I'm like... 'Yeah, I feel pretty good to have made it another year.'

This year was... it was weird. It wasn't even vanilla... it was more... gray. And not in the gray-hair wisdom way.

Gray as in... blah. No expectations. 

I wish I could say it's because I've learned to temper them... but that's not it. If feels more like... maybe I'm giving up.

We did go out to eat Friday (Cork 'N Cleaver). I like the food there, but we were stuck in a back corner of the bar area and couldn't really even see anyone else. Plus, it kind of had a faint sewer smell. That seems about right.

Saturday, the night before, our son-in-law's band was playing in town. I thought that might be fun. However, we ended up leaving early to take the grandsons home, while everyone stayed and partied with the son-in-law's family. Which is fine, but... you know... then that's what got shared on the socials...

The day of my birthday... we went to church. I didn't feel like going, or seeing anyone, but... you know... it's one of the only times I get to be around other people. I didn't want to miss out. I didn't know what else to do. After church we went to Panera for lunch, then hit the recliners for the rest of the day... yippee (/s).

My mom called, like she always does on Sundays, and the Minnesota clan called us from their trip to Florida.

That... was it. Recliners, silence, alone inside my head. Just another day.

So, so far, 63 is bored, lonely, blah. Yay.