There are phrases reserved for people who blog when they are less inhibited due to consumption of alcohol. I think one of these is call "beerblogging". Well, I am on my second glass of a blush wine that was actually made by a friend of mine and so I am "blushblogging."
This rose is very good and reminds me of the Portugese rose that was all the rage among the young college set in the 60s and 70s. To a college student the wine seemed so exotic and came in an interesting and unsually shaped red clay-colored bottle. It had gentle little bubbles and was as close to a champagne as we could afford. I cannot for the life of me put my finger on the label...but I am sure my peer bloggers will help me out, please! I think it was introduced via the soldiers who traveled to Europe and then came back to let us know how sophisticated they were because I remember that I discovered it from a soldier or two that I dated.
Anyway, enough about my youthful love life, because this blog entry is about something else. Two glasses of wine now have made me admit after all these years, that birthdays are sort of important. In case anyone is interested, I turned the big 60 on the 21st of December. My sister remembered and sent me a lovely cashmere shawl (?), my daughter and her husband got me an espresso coffee maker (? kitchen appliances at 60?) which I returned for a food processor which is a little more practical, and my hubby and son bought me a lovely drusy necklace with a garnet that they got at a Colorado gem store. And that was it! I turned 60 and I actually thought something really monumental would happen even though I am always ready to poo-poo birthdays as just numbers. I thought I would get the first payment on an African safari (which is something I have been dreaming of for years) or maybe a trip to a New York broadway play.
I mean 6 decades should be worth something a little special! On my husbands 60th we went to a salsa club and danced the night away with about a dozen friends and our kids and their dates.
No luck. Daughter was sick and the putanesca pasta dish that I asked for, in spite of the fact the I am the only one who likes anchovies, was inadvertantly mixed with the jar of vodka red sauce my daughter also bought at the Italian store as a second choice for the small group of guests for dinner. My daughter was sick and passed the recipe on to my hubby who mixed the two sauces, either subconsciously and on purpose to overcome any teeny tiny flavor of anchovy which he hates, or accidentally, because he was trying to impress our company, mixed the two recipes...thereby totally negating the meal.
At work I got absolutely no notice (although the two guys who turned 50 and 60 earlier in the year got cards, well wishes and small gifts.). I mean I don't really care...REALLY. It is just a little irritating as I think this is a BIG birthday.
Oh well enough whining into my wine. Happy Birthday to me!!
P.S. YES, Peruby, it was Lancer's. Wouldn't you know it would have a name like that. For those of you who find the number 60 important...go here for a nice walk down memory lane.
http://moreoldfortyfives.com/TakeMeBackToTheSixties.htm
Belated Happy Birthday, Tabor. I can't recall turning 60 (it has been 6 years), but I do know that the only birthday I've had that anyone did anything special for was my 50th. Perhaps your family is waiting for you to turn 65 - and mine for me to turn 70? Oh, well, being alive is the perk isn't it?
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday Tabor. Let me tell you that when I turned sixty, I was in the middle of radiation therapy.I always wondered if that cancer didn't happen because I so didn't want to retire or to be sixty. Two years later, I find that I actually love being retired and that 60 or 62 doesn't make much difference, although I bet you I'll be just as worried when I turn seventy!
ReplyDeleteI am rambling, and I have only been drinking diet coke ;)
We ladies are sometimes full of contradictions aren't we
Happy birthday again!
Happy Birthday! Certainly, you don't mean, could it be... Lancers?
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday Tabor!! Have another glass of wine for me!!
ReplyDelete60 from my place in the sun is so young, enjoy it while you can, even 70 or 75 sounds young to me.
Think young and you will be young!! - and drinking doesn't hurt!!
What is so great about blogging is all the mature and stable and generous bloggers!!!!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday, Tabor!!
ReplyDeleteIn Japan 60th birthday is kind of special, meaning that you are at the turning point of your whole life because we human beings are thought to live 120 years naturally. Now you have another brand-new 60 years to go! Have wine and live as merrily as possible!
Oh thanks middle-angel for the news - and congratulations Tabor! It will be my turn to pass this milestone in a few months, so thank you for paving the way - I shall follow in your footsteps (mindfully of course)
ReplyDeleteMaybe they didn't want to draw attention to you being 60? I like to lie by one year about my age, that way I have a buffer to get used to it, but the problem is that I can't celebrate my real decade milestones this way.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of wineblogging. Maybe I'll try it with beer sometime. Sort of like drinking while at the wheel. I can always take it down the next day if it's too bad.
Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll try not to take the spam filter personal...it wants me to type "ediot!"
Happy Birthday Tabor.
ReplyDeleteNow get ready for 65 and don't give your relatives a chance to forget. Tell them over and over and TELL them what you want!!!!
Happy Belated Birthday Tabor! Yes, #60 is a very big birthday, indeed! I am sorry you were disappointed in some ways, but I am glad you have this remarkable family who does value you to celebrate All of your life with. :)
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