Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Not since my 29th birthday have I been so keenly attuned to the relentless flow of sand through the hourglass.
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.
This is a peak at the world the day I was born.
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.
Tonight, as y'all celebrate The Wine Commonsewer birthday with teary-eyed toasts to days, loves, and friendships near and distant, I'll tip a glass of the red to you and yours....
alla vostra salute, alla vostra famiglia ed alla nostra amicizia
And then at midnight, we shall invoke the world's National Anthem.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days o' lang syne?
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.
As Always,
TWC
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