Remember this song, Possums? When it came out I was twenty-eight and I didn’t get it. On Tuesday I turned forty-four! I quite like the number for its symmetry. I told my children that I wanted to be asked questions on my birthday for which I could answer: four. For example: How old are you? Forty-four. How many children do you have? Four. What’s your favorite number? Four. When were you born? Sixty-four. How many lovers have you had? One hundred and four (just kidding).
I often look back and wonder where my thirties went. But being in my forties isn’t that bad. The best thing about it is: I get it! Now I do understand that song. Je comprend pas. Ich verstehe. Capiche? Confessing this to a friend recently she simply stated, “better late than never”. She was dead right.
Belated Happy Birthday Bindi!
Hope you had lots of fun. I’m quickly catching up to you. My thirties have been a blur too. My best age – the age that I would have liked to have stayed at forever was 31.
Hi earthpal. Why 31 I wonder?
I don’t know which age I would pick as my favorite. Twenty-five was pretty fun. So was seventeen, and eleven. Forty-two was pretty good too. I’m enjoying forty-four so far also. It might be shaping up to be my favorite age after all.