look ahead, not behind

Yesterday was my birthday and it was...well, not so good.

The goddesses (gods could never be so wicked) of a)middle age b) hormones c)coworkers d) siblings gathered 'round and giggled as the weather goddess made it dark in the morning and brilliant at about 10 pm. I railed, I ranted, I cried...the dog sighed and mumbled "now what?". C'mon what sort of 45th birthday is it when the ONLY gift you get from family is shit shaped soap? Oh yes, amusing moose turd soap. Thank goodness one of the goddesses gathered 'round was Hormona, and she's wandered off for a while today.

Being 45 is not only one of those (trumpets blare) landmark birthdays, but it's also an age of wisdom... so today it's good bread and tasty cheese and better than yesterday.

Dear Mom, I wish I'd had more of my current knowledge while you were alive, I miss you.