I was born on the 4th of July. As a Canadian child it was a relief that I didn’t live in the United States, because this meant that other kids could come to my birthday party. Now that I’m getting older it is less of a celebration and more a sense of dread from my quickly approaching middle-age. At least, unlike my grandfather, I still have all my hair intact, even if it is graying quickly.
Never-the-less I normally try and celebrate with friends, usually with dinner at my favorite pub, sometimes followed by a movie. Some cinemas in Canada allow you a free movie ticket on your birthday and it seems a shame to waste the opportunity.
Current circumstances mean this isn’t possible.
Instead a slept until noon, and spent the day listening to podcasts and binging British crime shows.
One tradition I wouldn’t give up is my birthday cake from Dairy Queen. We’ve been getting a Dairy Queen Ice Cream Cake every year since I was a child, and since the stores are open this is one tradition I can still take part in. I hauled by twin-brother in the car and we picked up a rather too large cake, then I consumed far too many calories while watching yet more British crime shows.
Evidently, I am getting to the age where I just want to be left alone to celebrate on my own. Perhaps I am turning into a curmudgeon prematurely.
Oh well. Happy Birthday to me. Hopefully next year I can celebrate my birthday on a beach.