May
26
Today, I turned fifty, which seems like half-way somewhere but must be more than half-way. Still, it's a good place to be: evidence of some accomplishment, even if only survival. But in the course of fifty years something must be accomplished, and I've done some of that.
I celebrated the day by staying home and working on the yard in a furiously powerful sun. That might not sound like a good day, but I loved the accomplishment of it.