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DOWN THE TOILET

18 February 2006
(Happy birthday, Peggy!)

As I explained a few days ago, when we were young enough not to "trust anybody over 30," Walt's best friend Dick talked about how the number "63" came to mean disposing of something by flushing it down the toilet.  (Actually it was #63 in a list of all various ways he and his co-workers could think of to kill someone.)

So for years, whenever we say "63" we know that it means flushing something down the toilet.

Today I turn 63.   (I'm writing this on 2/17 for posting 2/18)

I'm trying to adjust to that. 

It's really strange that throughout my life, the "zero-numbered years" have never really bothered me.   No trauma being 30, 40, 50... no real trauma turning 60, but I just can't wrap my brain around having that "6" in front of all the years of my age these days.

It helped that the waitress at the restaurant the other day did a genuine double-take when she learned I was 63, and an even bigger double-take on learning my mother was 86.  It's nice not to look 63.  I probablyfeel at least 63, though. 

When he was my age, my father used to say if he knew he was going to live this long he would have taken better care of himself.  I laughed at that at the time.  I'm not laughing now.

But it's nice having a birthday and people have been very nice.  The Internet makes it so easy to send greetings and my mailbox has been full all day of e-mail and cards from around the world--as far south as Australia, as far east as the Czech Republic, and as far north as Toronto.   My "secret pal" left a package in my mailbox this morning (she didn't realize how much I actually needed this gift, my previous supply having fallen victim to Latte's chewing!  Thank you, S.P.).  And it's nice having talented kids who send you specially arranged or recorded music for your birthday.

I will post this entry in the late afternoon of 2/17, following which Walt and I will drive down to Elk Grove (south of Sacramento) to our Mexican daughter Marie's restaurant, where she has invited me to come for a birthday dinner.  It's a fabulous restaurant and the price is right.   I also get treated like a queen there.

It's nice to be treated like a queen on your birthday, even if you are about to be flushed down the toilet.

FearsPage.jpg (52254 bytes)Last night we went to see "Fears of your Life," the show I had written a feature story about (the story appeared yesterday afternoon).

The show was definitely different and definitely enjoyable.  (My review appears on the "In My Opinion" page)

Following the show there was a reception in the lobby of the Mondavi Center, and an opportunity to meet the performers and Michael Bernard Loggins, the man who wrote the book on which the dance piece is based.

I'm not a schmoozer.   I hate schmoozing because I am so bad at it.  I get all tongue-tied and embarrassed and it's especially difficult when I know I have to go home and write a review.  It's awkward even if I know I'm going to go and give a good review, it's impossible if I know I'm going to go and give a not-so-good review.  I'd just rather disappear and leave the partying to others.  (I make an exception for Sacramento Theatre Company receptions, which generally have the best food--and who can pass up chocolate fondue?)

But I had told dancer Judy Smith, after our telephone interview, that I hoped to meet her after the show, so I stayed to meet her.

While I was standing there, a young woman came up to introduce herself (Hi, Jenn!).   She explained that she had signed my blog a couple of days ago.  Somehow I had missed it.  We talked about blogging and writing in general and I very much enjoyed meeting her.

By the time she moved on, the performers were coming in and I introduced myself to Judy and told her how much I had enjoyed the performance.

That went OK, so I also talked with the choreographer, Kim Epifano and she introduced me to Michael Bernard Loggins, the author of the book.  Michael was very nice, obviously pleased to be the center of attention (he was sitting at a table signing copies of his book).  I gave him the book that Kim had given to me and he signed it for me.  I told him my birthday was today; he told me his birthday was March 30, 1961 (I must remember to send him a birthday card).

Standing next to him was Lonnie Ford, formerly with the San Francisco Mime Troupe, who had played Michael in the piece.  I was a little irked with Mr. Ford, since I had been unable to get hold of him for an interview, and he never answered my e-mail or telephone call, but when I introduced myself, he laughed, apologized, put his arm around me and told me he'd give me the interview then and there (too late!).

We finally left, but the schmoozing had gone all right.  I don't imagine that I am suddenly going to start hanging around after all the productions that I see, but at least I didn't leave this one feeling like a social misfit.

And besides, it was almost my birthday, even if I was about to be flushed down the toilet.

PHOTO OF THE DAY

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Jeri's boyfriend, Phil, at his garage sale,
prior to moving to Boston.

 

 
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