1. C pointed out that our age difference gets smaller as we get older. M, perhaps this is one of the people from which you inherited the math genes? When he was 50 our age was 8% different. When he turns 100 there will only be a 4% difference. Someone has to think about these things.
2. It can be called a birthday party, or as my cousin named it, “An Aging Event.” And one of my co-workers told me that after this one, you get to celebrate these aging events every five years. Oh goody.
3. In this family we all carry the creative gene. If you follow Lifesastitch you all know B’s talents in the entertainment world, C’s woodworking, and my knitting and watercolour painting. But consider the work of the women in the family who attended a silversmithing class during the Aging Event weekend:
M’s presentation of a gift from the three hatchlings, a semi-precious gemstone each placed with feathers inside a drained, sealed and painted egg, nested in copper wire:
The very special milestone gift, concept by my daughter M, design by C, and executed by a local jeweler:
E’s time and effort in putting together a video slide show that demonstrates I have influenced many people with my taste for decent red wine (thank you C), geocaching (thank you Greg), and knitting (thank you Mom). Oh, the reference to the banana foot, which I admit to be unique, is the fact that my foot took on a new shape after nine weeks in a cast with two bones that refused to knit, so to speak. Really, having a limited choice in shoes is, as Blogless Marsha and I say, a first world problem:
Thank you to the 60 people who contributed those 60 birthday wishes, which seriously brought tears to my 60-year-old eyes.
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