As I've mentioned elsewhere - elsewhen? - holidays and birthdays can be stressful, because We (the Social We, which has replaced the Royal We) have decreed that these are "special" days. But we (the real "we") all know that this assignment of jewel-like value and uniqueness to specific days is arbitrary and that we need to live them in whatever way will make us happiest, including not celebrating them at all if we so choose.
And again, as a person whose birthday falls on a holiday - New Year's Eve - I've had some time to ponder this. Fifty-eight years, to be exact. Well, OK, probably no pondering (of this) until age fourteeen. So forty-four years.
Don't get me wrong; we don't turn off the lights and sit in the dark till we fall asleep. We just don't "party" per se. But the point is, I had a great time, in my own way:
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| "They shot Sonny on the causeway. He's dead." |
* Small group of friends and family in for a supper of fresh cracked crab and latkes;
* Then a viewing of The Godfather.
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