Good Morning Gentle Readers,
This particular New Year's Eve birthday is a milestone birthday. I'm keeping quiet about which one, but it does seem like it's been but a few weeks since I was looking at twenty-one with wild anticipation.
I can see the freight train of death down the tracks, now close enough to see that the headlight has an elliptical wobble. I wonder how many people realize that about locomotives. The elliptical wobble of the headlamp I mean.
I don't find any of this to be depressing, mind you. What it does, however, is to remind me that the clock is inevitably moving on. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Ticking relentlessly onward, faster now. Maybe as fast now as the bio-clock of a thirty-something chick who has realized she wants kids after all.
Lotta people don't like that certain birthdays. Thirty. Forty-five. Sixty. The only one that bothered me at all was twenty-nine. A twenty-something is still young enough to be fun loving and cool, yet old enough to be a real grown up. Twenty-nine marked the end of an era for me. You'd think it should have been thirty, like so many of my friends of the female gender. Thirty was a breeze and I've never looked back.
Life Magazine published a special New Year's Eve issue the year that TWC was born and I've got an original copy of the magazine.
I also want to take the time to thank all of you who took the time to wish me a happy birthday. I appreciate it. May your lives be blessed and the new year be kind to you.
I'll leave you with this thought from Hamilton Wright Mabie.....
There is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage of another twelve months may be noted; and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with the coming of darkness on other nights.