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23 August And, it's my birthday at last! Hooray!! Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear mee-ee, happy birthday to me! I'm 38, and magically that age no longer sounds old. I understand how my mom doesn't think that the age she is is old (believe me when I say that she herself is not old at all, her age having nothing whatsoever to do with anything), but that the itself number is not an old number. Thirty-eight is old, old, old, real old, still old, wait! Now it's young! Basically, everything under 40 is young, or it will be until 2004, when suddenly springtime is what it will be younger than. I think Lucy had a great take on aging and birthdays, that in aging you just become more fully yourself, which I identify with totally. It's something that I have noticed in myself for a long time but never really defined properly, that I am the same person that I have always been, I feel the same as I always have inside, the thinking spark that is me is precisely the same as when I was ten years old. It's as though you start out a line drawing with the thinking spark inside, and as you gain more knowledge and experience, the spark gets bigger and bigger, filling the drawing up and out, until you are a solid being. But you aren't fundamentally different than the person you were born as.
I rode in on the van with Fran and the kids yesterday morning, and I said to Molly and Bonnie, "You know what tomorrow is?" and Molly said, "Friday?" "More than that, tomorrow is my birthday, and that means that I am the birthday girl all day!" Bonnie said, "It's your birthday, Kymmie? Then I'd better get this party started!"
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