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Tonight was Gail's 50th birthday dinner. As is typical of late, I was unprepared-- but not as totally as I might have expected. I did manage to get her a card AND a gift (an onboard ship credit for a cruise we're taking in February; since there's no physical gift, I put a copy of the order form inside the card)-- and then left it in my car. Since I had met John at the office (a half hour later than I'd intended to) and we took his car from there to the restaurant, this means that I will be mailing Gail's card tomorrow instead.

Carol was so impressed with the memorial booklet I'd made for Mom's funeral that she brought a copy to pass around. I got a lot of compliments on it, and that makes me happy because I'm tremendously proud of it. I plan to put a version of it online, but first I want to send a copy to some friends and family who weren't able to make it to the funeral.

Gail claims that she's 38, because when Madonna turned 50 she said that Kabbalah priests have declared her soul to be 38 (though the one article I looked at said 36), and if Madonna can do it, why can't she? If it makes Gail happy, then I'm all for it. Personally, I think I'd be upset if my soul had stagnated for 12 years. What was it doing all that time?

After dinner we played laser tag. It was fun, but it was also a wake-up call for me in terms of how much I'm out of sync with myself. I knew the hordes of teenagers [*] would kick my ass, but I can usually score higher than most of our group (with the exception of Judy). Not this time; I was lucky if I stayed out of the bottom 5 players in terms of score.

Also: still not sleeping well. This is becoming a recurring theme. Anyone know how to get rid of recurring themes?

[*] Or possibly early-twenty-somethings. It's a sign of how old I'm getting that I lump both age categories together these days. They all fall firmly into the "shouldn't have" bracket [**].

[**] Maturity is when you start saying "I really shouldn't do that" instead of saying "I really shouldn't have done that." I stole this shamelessly from Julianna, because I really really like it.

Tag, you're it

Tonight was Gail's 50th birthday dinner. As is typical of late, I was unprepared-- but not as totally as I might have expected. I did manage to get her a card AND a gift (an onboard ship credit for a cruise we're taking in February; since there's no physical gift, I put a copy of the order form inside the card)-- and then left it in my car. Since I had met John at the office (a half hour later than I'd intended to) and we took his car from there to the restaurant, this means that I will be mailing Gail's card tomorrow instead.

Carol was so impressed with the memorial booklet I'd made for Mom's funeral that she brought a copy to pass around. I got a lot of compliments on it, and that makes me happy because I'm tremendously proud of it. I plan to put a version of it online, but first I want to send a copy to some friends and family who weren't able to make it to the funeral.

Gail claims that she's 38, because when Madonna turned 50 she said that Kabbalah priests have declared her soul to be 38 (though the one article I looked at said 36), and if Madonna can do it, why can't she? If it makes Gail happy, then I'm all for it. Personally, I think I'd be upset if my soul had stagnated for 12 years. What was it doing all that time?

After dinner we played laser tag. It was fun, but it was also a wake-up call for me in terms of how much I'm out of sync with myself. I knew the hordes of teenagers [*] would kick my ass, but I can usually score higher than most of our group (with the exception of Judy). Not this time; I was lucky if I stayed out of the bottom 5 players in terms of score.

Also: still not sleeping well. This is becoming a recurring theme. Anyone know how to get rid of recurring themes?

[*] Or possibly early-twenty-somethings. It's a sign of how old I'm getting that I lump both age categories together these days. They all fall firmly into the "shouldn't have" bracket [**].

[**] Maturity is when you start saying "I really shouldn't do that" instead of saying "I really shouldn't have done that." I stole this shamelessly from Julianna, because I really really like it.