A Little Behind

A Little Behind

I’m at least two paces behind this week, both because I refused to come in from a sunny pontoon boat to write blog posts on Memorial Day and because today, if the string of Facebook wall notes didn’t clue you in, was my birthday.

Just an fyi, Memorial Day and my birthday used to be synonymous when I was a kid (At the time, I was sure the parades were for me). But over time, the supreme rulers of the American holiday calendar rearranged things. They created a standing, long weekend, which means now Memorial Day only sometimes falls on my birthday.

Progress? I think not.

Nevertheless, I’m happy to have survived and hopefully learned from another year of life. And I’m grateful for the many birthday posts, notes, voicemails, texts and messages. As ironic and shallow as our techy, social media driven little culture can be, I sort of love anything that reminds me of my elementary, middle school and high school classmates, college alumni, former co-workers, old neighbors, and many author, speaker and blogger friends on the same day.

Even if it’s just because they drop two little words for something as silly as congratulating me for managing to live another year.

I’ll catch up on some of my other posts tomorrow.