Happy Birthday

Turned 61 yesterday.

Let me ruminate on the number 61 for a moment. What does it mean?

• The number of home runs Roger Maris hit in '61.
• Losing my life savings (about $15) betting on the '61 World Series.
• Watching in despair as the football Giants get creamed in the '61 NFL championship game.
• Highway 61 Revisted by Bob Dylan.
• How old my big brother was four years ago.
• The number of shots it takes me to play nine golf holes.
• The approximate number of days it's been since MDS was diagnosed.
• Route 61 is a trolleybus route in Bucharest. (Okay, I didn't actually know this. I just found it on Wikipedia.)

So, how was 61 celebrated?

• Vacuumed the house.
• Installed the new dehumidifier.
• Renewed two medication prescriptions.
• Worked for an hour.
• Napped for an hour.
• Treadmilled for 45 minutes.
• Laina brought pizza for dinner.
• Laina took me out for seriously good ice cream.
• Successfully ignored my medical condition for an entire day.
  

Don't tell me I don't know how to enjoy myself.

Okay, I confess—we did have a major go-out-for-dinner birthday bash last Saturday (which also involved seriously good ice cream), before which many amusing and some useful presents were opened.

Still, I do wish I'd've been able to spend yesterday involved in my favorite birthday pastime/tradition: re-playing the Giants winning the Super Bowl. Sure, that's been possible only three times. But, nonetheless, Icount it as a tradition.

Maybe next year.