Blowing Out the Candles: You’re another year older! How did you celebrate the passage of another year? Did it turn out the way you had hoped?
As it happens, I’m not another year older yet. I’m not rushing to be 49 a day before I officially get there.
I’ve got a bottle of caramel whiskey which I found during a trip to Sudbury earlier this year. (My nephew, Zack, is attending university and living up there now). I’m going to enjoy a couple of shots of that and have a day of doing whatever comes along.
As it turns out, my birthday is also the day a friend of Zack’s is arriving here from the US. So I will have company at some point.
If things were different…. I would have loved to take off on the VIA Rail train for at least a month. It would be lovely to travel again. I’d even stay at a couple of hotels rather than skimping on pennies and staying at hostels all the way. There is something nice about waking up alone in a hotel on nice, crisp sheets. The day feels so fresh and untouched when you are in a different place, physically and mentally.