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Collectibles

What is it about birthdays that send many of us into a state of panic or denial?

Since I have reached adulthood, I have never paid much attention to each succeeding year other than to acknowledge that I get another year older. We hear conversations today, that fifty is the new “forty”. If that is the case, then middle age has passed the baton to an older generation.

My favorite source of information, Wikipedia, says that, “Middle age is the period of age beyond young adulthood but before the onset of old age.”I’m thinking, “duh”, I passed the onset of old age a number of years ago, whenever that was. How many years ago? Well, use your imagination, (while you still can.)

They say that a dog’s age is relative to a human’s age by a 7 to 1 ratio. You know, seven dog years equals one human year. I sit here watching Apollo (wasting or enjoying, depending on your point of view) his ripe old age of 42, by sleeping. That dog sleeps more than any other living creature I know. But I try to keep an open mind about the aging development; thankfully I do not count my age multiplied by seven.

I’ve heard all the clichés about birthdays and the aging process, but I prefer to focus only on those that inspire me such as, “There was a star danced, and under that I was born” – William Shakespeare. Living in the country as I do, one can look up at night and see the stars in all their brilliance. Occasionally you can see a star that seems to flicker, perhaps dancing. Kudos to you born under a dancing star.

My stepdaughter will celebrate her *&^@%$#? birthday on January 13, 2012. I will, of course, wish her a happy birthday regardless of her    *&^@%$#? age, because it is her birthday. She started last year about this time working on achieving this goal. She has worked hard all year and frankly, at her *&^@%$#? age, she still rocks. Age is just a number. Her’s is unlisted. You didn’t think I would reveal her age, did you? I may be old, but I’m not senile.

I do have this problem about remembering birthdays. Not mine, thank you, but those of all my children and grandchildren and now I have a great grandson, slightly over one year old and I have already forgotten his. I remember my stepdaughter’s birthday because her mother reminded me. Hopefully, I can be forgiven for forgetting that one; I haven’t been in the family very long. Thank goodness my birthday and my wife’s birthday are on the same day. As long as I can remember my birthday, I will remember hers.

My spouse and I frequently go antiquing and part of the fun is seeing all those things that fit into the category of collecting. Not just antiques, but things like Beanie Babies, old Coca Cola products, old glassware, and sports memorabilia. Just about anything you can imagine can be found in antique malls. It certainly takes me back. Over the years, my home has been filled with collectibles. Raggedy Anns and Andys, to trivets to cookbooks and much more have graced my home. Me, about the only things I collected was dust and birthdays. Come to think of it, birthdays are very valuable. I suggest you collect as many as you can. I’m working on my collection; so far, I have 72 of them.

I think about all those who have finished their repertoire of life, their collection of birthdays. Some reached a hundred; others barely made it past twenty-five. Giving thought about those I’ve known personally, some collected more birthdays than others did. As we approach the crests of our mountains, stop and look back at the valleys. They hold the memories and therein, the beauty of life. Think about each birthday as another one in your collection. Keep climbing the mountains, there are many more valleys to see.

Have a great day.

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  1. jackie turner on said:

    Never thought of the years as mountains, but then haven’t done much thinking about birthdays either.
    Perhaps some of us have a roller coaster ride through life, enjoying the thrills and adventure while others take it at a more steady pace and enjoy it just as much.
    I am in the latter part of life ~ just enjoying the sunshine, rain, stars, moon and great grandbabies, and some things I never thought I’d see, but glad I did.
    Strange how time moves us along down our roads of regret or despair if we let it, while most of the time it takes us down roads of joy, love and compassion when we reach for it.
    I enjoyed your introspection on birthdays!
    Jackie

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