Happy Birthday to Me!
Yes, it's my birthday today. I'm 56. It hardly seems like anything special. My wife and I celebrated, such as it was, last night. I thought I would be playing golf this evening, but the remnants of Katrina gave us around 3 inches of rain between yesterday morning and this morning when the storm finally moved out to the Northeast.
I've really got nothing to complain about though. We have power and potable water and food. Our house is in good shape, and we're living there rather than in some shelter like those folks along the Gulf and from New Orleans. I have everything; they have nothing at the moment, and they have no idea when they'll have anything or what they'll have. In fact, they know nothing important at the moment, except that they're alive. We share that in common: we know nothing of the future but that we're alive at this moment, though my uncertainty is masked by the sense that I have all of my stuff and all of my friends and family. Some of them don't even have that.
Those poor people in the South occupy my thoughts today. It's hard for me to focus on anything else. The tasks they face are monumental; somehow they have to rebuild their lives. I have only to continue on as I am now. Of course, should disaster strike me, I would have to deal with it, too. But since I don't know my future, I go blithely on expecting it to be much like my present.
P. S. Thanks for the birthday wishes. I hadn't posted with that in mind, but it's nice to hear nonetheless...Tom
I've really got nothing to complain about though. We have power and potable water and food. Our house is in good shape, and we're living there rather than in some shelter like those folks along the Gulf and from New Orleans. I have everything; they have nothing at the moment, and they have no idea when they'll have anything or what they'll have. In fact, they know nothing important at the moment, except that they're alive. We share that in common: we know nothing of the future but that we're alive at this moment, though my uncertainty is masked by the sense that I have all of my stuff and all of my friends and family. Some of them don't even have that.
Those poor people in the South occupy my thoughts today. It's hard for me to focus on anything else. The tasks they face are monumental; somehow they have to rebuild their lives. I have only to continue on as I am now. Of course, should disaster strike me, I would have to deal with it, too. But since I don't know my future, I go blithely on expecting it to be much like my present.
P. S. Thanks for the birthday wishes. I hadn't posted with that in mind, but it's nice to hear nonetheless...Tom
posted by Tom | 11:35 AM
2 Comments:
It's my birthday too!! Happy Birthday!
Happy belated birthday, old man. As every year, I beat you out by five weeks...
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