Since I passed the age of fifty, I kind of lost interest in celebrating my birthday. To me it seemed more of a reminder of my approaching decrepitness. “TickTock, you’re getting old, Asbell” I would think to myself. However recent events have significantly altered my view. Now, and I think for the rest of my life, each birthday will give me the pleasure of giving the “middle finger” to cancer. From now on, my birthday is a victory celebration, a true celebration of life…..over death.
This weekend was my 68th birthday. I’m no longer sensitive about being an “old man,” I’m proud of it! Although Lee often reminds that no matter how old I really am, I have the mentality of a 10-year old boy. I take that as a compliment.
We had big plans for this bash. First was a Duck victory. The Ducks were playing Washinton State, not a good football team. Kickoff was at 3:00 pm, our celebration party was to begin at 5:00 pm. Surely the score would be something like 30 to 10 in the Ducks favor by halftime, putting me and everyone else in a jolly mood. But there was much to do to get our home appropriately “ducked out.”
Over 50 friends and family descended on our home to celebrate my birthday and a Duck victory. The wonderful fall Sonoran Desert weather invited celebrators onto the patio overlong the desert and Santa Rita mountains. Alas, the Ducks lost in double overtime. 😖. Fortunately there was plenty of tasty tidbits and mountains of wine to soothe the wounds. Although I must show moderation in imbibing, no such restrictions applied to our guests.
Despite the Duck disappointment, Lee and I had a fabulous time and thank everyone who were able to join us to celebrate my birthday and my life. Your love and support breeds strength and I am so grateful and blessed to have so much support. Thank you all.