Monday, October 08, 2007

At the age of thirty-six years eleven months and twenty-nine days

Tomorrow is my birthday. I will be listening to Marianne Faithfull singing The Ballad of Lucy Jordon with the volume turned up loud:

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.


You, meanwhile, will be leaving a comment on this blog to wish me happy birthday. If you want a theme for your comment you can tell me something that you're glad you have done before the age of thirty-seven.

Please.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm a lurker, but I thought I'd wish you a Happy Birthday!
~A.

Adrexia said...

Happy Birthday. I'm not good with themes. :)

JK said...

Happy Birthday my friend!

I am glad I had my children before 37. I am going to fight the aging process and try to keep my energy, but I don't know if I could go through it all again now (post 37). Those little ones take a lot of energy to chase! I am so glad N, my oldest, is at the age where she is becoming a rational being. She has the most energy I've seen in a female child.


Again, have a great day! :-)

morgue said...

Happy birthday!

I am glad I read a number of works of classic literature before I was 37.

(I am more glad that the supply is unlikely to run out for the forseeable future...)

peppermint tea said...

Happy Birthday!
I'm glad I've worn face paint on the subway and posed for a photographer in the nude (artistically, not sexualy, though I suppose one can be artistically sexual) before I turned 37.

Susan Harper said...

hipy papy bthuthdth yesdy thuthda bthuthdy ystrdy

Glad I've got around to a fair bit of nothing, more glad I've had good people to do it with.

.carla said...

Happy belated birthday. :)

I love the song.

I'm glad I've learned how to go to gigs by myself.