Happy Birthday to Me
Wednesday, January 18th, 2006Oh yea! Here ye, here ye!
Today, it be the day of my birth, some 32 billion years ago, in a murky pond full of amoebas just waiting to evolve into me. That’s how old I am. I am starting to realize that I can no longer really describe myself as a girl. I am definitely now a grown up woman [gasp!], at least in size and age, if not in psychological maturity, as I’m sure the amoebas will agree, as they await their turn, and look on enviously from their sulphurous pool.
Unfortunately for me, I can also be described as a spinster, a word that I always think makes women sound vaguely like a dusty jar of gherkins that Auntie Maud brought for Christmas in 1964 and which, after the first couple of nibbles, nobody has ever felt like extracting from the morass of cobwebs attaching it firmly to the shelf. I don’t feel like a spinster though, so that’s ok. [brushes cobweb off sleeve].
Anyway, my birthday has been lovely so far, thanks to the delivery of fresh coffee and mango that greeted me when I woke up this morning. I hope that it will continue to be so.
I think I’m going to like being 32 in Namibia, just as long as nobody decorates my birthday cake with mopane worms.
