Today would have been Dan’s 65th birthday.
I don’t think he would have been happy about it. Looking back, he wasn’t at ease with our aging. For me, growing old is inevitable, so I try not to worry about it.
And all things being equal, I bet Dan would have looked the same at 65 as he did at, say, 55. He would still be running, still be taking the dog for a long walk. On the same day.
He would have a smartphone, and he would love it. His Skype would work. He would have drawn the line at a Kindle, however, and I can’t believe he’d pay to text-message.
As for this blog, he was a private person who was accustomed to my writing about him. He was tuned into marketing; he might have thought of ways I could try to get more readers.
7-11. It has a good ring to it, and it’s supposed to be lucky.
Happy Birthday, Sweetie.
Dear Debbie,
ReplyDeleteAh, the art of blogging. I'm beginning to get the point (I think). I admire your concision and felicity (almost sounds like Strunk & White). It's a lovely entry, and I send my birthday wishes to Dan, wherever he may be. 7-11 is a lucky date. In fact I had it in mind (a bit) when I booked my return flight to Mexico City on 7-7-11!
In fact I have a blog, started it two years ago. I posted an odd draft of a poem titled, "Titles," then never gave it another thought. Your email prompted me to go back and have a look (ugh not a very good poem) and I was surprised to see one comment, but it's in Chinese! I suppose I'll have to spend a good deal of time fiddling around with the thing to get it. But how do you recruit followers?
I look forward to reading your next.
Best,
Philip
This is lovely.
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