After one post, seven days, and hours upon hours of deep pondering, I believe it’s time for me to retire this blog. It’s been a great run but I feel like I’ve done everything I can do here and it’s time to move on. A big thanks to everyone for all their support since last Friday.
Ha ha. I so funny.
Of course I’m not about to close up shop. Not after just one week. Not after spending a thousand hours tweaking this WordPress theme. Not when Awesome Post Number Two is about to begin . . .
Awesome Post Number Two
I launched this site last week, not coincidentally, on my birthday. Now the astute reader possibly noticed that I mentioned nary a word of my birthday in the post itself. In fact, I had intended to keep the entire affair quiet. The date is hidden on Facebook and other social media outlets. I don’t talk about it in day to day conversation. And I always try to let the day just come and go with as little fanfare as possible. Like Donald Trump, I try not to draw attention to myself.
Of course, if someone already knows it’s my birthday and if they feel like expressing it in some way, that’s perfectly fine. I prefer this approach, actually. And maybe that’s because this method is much more natural than some web site jogging your memory with the sincere and inviting link entitled “Charlie Hills plus one other.”
But alas, the secret wasn’t meant to be. Two separate events reached deep into the bag and extracted the cat.
- A couple weeks prior to the big day, Laura sent an email blast asking the world to send me cards. (Ironically, with the mention that I didn’t want “a bunch of hoopla.”)
- Then the day of, a most unexpected a post from my sister appeared, which she kicked off with a “Shhhh. Don’t tell anyone.”
Okay, then. I guess everyone knows now. 🙂
I can’t really put my finger on it. With so many actual problems in the world, what’s the big deal about getting older? Nothing. Nothing whatsoever. Sure, there’s that constant and never-ending pang of, “Man, I’ve barely checked anything of my Lifetime Todo List!” But seriously, I bet even the likes of Warren Buffet and Steven Spielberg feel the same way. Everybody’s list will always be longer than time allows us to complete.
But back to the birthday thing! Everything turned out to be a success. Biz’s blog post sent a veritable bevy of people to my new site. And Laura’s call to action produced nearly forty cards and emails from all over the western hemisphere.
And as I pondered things, I realized that in a lot of ways, a good birthday is just like getting a life-threatening case of cancer. But in a good way.
Just look at the similarities:
- Both events are rare. In fact, the rarer the better.
- Both events produce an outpouring of good wishes (many from people you haven’t heard from in a long time).
- And both events involve large quantities of medication. Sure, in one case it was hydroxydaunorubicin and in the other, a beer. But when you get down to it, what’s the difference? Well, besides the fact that one costs twenty-seven thousand times as much as the other. That just means it means that much more.
So a big thank you to everyone who took the time to wish me a happy day. I shall endeavor to return the favor to you one day. Just be sure I have your current mailing address so I know where to send the hydroxydaunorubicin.