Happy Birthday to Me
So here I am again, another year ticked by in my life; number 37 but that's not so bad. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to share the day with the horror of Hiroshima but we cannot change the day we are born so I guess I just have to live with it. On the bright side it's also Jamaica's Independence Day so there is a positive in all this.
As for me, I will be content to take my blushing bride and my children to the Dells and spend the day playing at Noah's Ark. For anyone wondering where I've been all week, I decided to take a few days for myself. I did something that I rarely ever do. I relaxed and enjoyed my life. It is far too easy to get wrapped up in the little projects of our lives while never once stopping to breathe and take in all the wonderous things that surround our little worlds. So this was my week to stop and realize just how wonderful a life I have. I have three loving, intelligent children, a wife who still manages to put up with my idiosyncratic ways without sewing me up in the sheets and beating me to death, and many friends who delight and inspire me. It is good to put year 37 to rest. It deserves its place in my memories.
So to all, I say good day and I will be back with a fire in my heart Sunday. I have yet to hear from Mannning concerning his part in my debate involving the writing of Jean-Jacques Rousseau. To this, I can only say that I am disappointed in having no one to disagree with me anymore. I guess the job is still open to anyone who wishes to fill the role.