So the date of my birthday came and went. The guy I had been dating didn’t bother to call because he was busy finding someone new to date. Its a good thing. The friend that always calls me didn’t. Still wondering about that. My sister sent me a card and a coffee mug, which the grandkids have already managed to break. One daughter remembered and did an amazing thing by archiving my old photos. The day went by quietly.
Hairs getting grey again because I just don’t want to be a blond anymore than I want any other artificial crap in my life. Put on some weight that I had dropped, but its OK.
The MJ thing really bothered me though. I’ve always been connected to him by our ages. As a kid, I knew he’d be a classmate if he went to my school. It was cool that he was still important even though he had older siblings. I liked that when the younger kid was kind of a winner.
As an adult, I’d still watch as we aged. MJ, me, and Donny Osmond too. The initial news about a heart attack just hit me as, well, we are that age now. Scary because the health things start to kick in, and I thought maybe that was it. Sorry he had such a tortured life. Personally, I think his heart just was broken.
So I didn’t have the party or get to the things I’d hoped for. I’m wiser and thats about all. Not particularly happy, but I have my moments. The calendar days just keep dropping away one by one.