 I think Jeremy enjoyed the snow just a little bit. |
Yesterday I took the kids to the snow at Mount Donna Buang, which was a heckuva lot of fun. Toboggan rides, building a snowman, throwing snowballs… great stuff. We all got wet of course, but great fun.
Today I turned 31. Most of my recent birthdays, the prospect of being another year older has worried me somewhat. Was I looking older? Was I wasting my life? Was I enjoying myself? Was I happy? Was I getting fatter? Balder? Greyer? More wrinkly? Was I getting old and boring and losing my ability to be outraged when someone dared to ring me at 7:30 on a Sunday morning?
I’ve been so busy recently that I haven’t had time to even think about worrying these things. I’ve thought about them briefly now, and the answers are: Maybe, No, Yes, Yes, Not noticeably, Perhaps, I don’t think so, and No – definitely not. (I don’t think my Grandad has quite mastered this whole time zones thing.)
What I did think about this morning was how happy I am with life at the moment. Life is definitely good, and I probably had something of a spring in my step and a big smile on my face as I walked to the station on the way to work.
So, what presents have I got? A bunch of good ones as a matter of fact. Two Black Adder DVDs and a delicious dinner last night from my mum. A book about the nearby wilderness from my sister, which should encourage me to do what I’ve been saying I’ll do for ages now: to get out and explore the wilderness nearby. Plus I am led to believe that two more DVDs are on the way from her – the entire series of Ultraviolet, which I’m currently hooked on. Onya Sis! A chocolate cake from the ex. And today I got shouted lunch, and surprised by being given the missing book from my Bill Bryson collection, from the girl I’ve been out with a few times recently.
Okay, so it’s not an enormous haul of presents, but it’s all quality stuff that I’ll enjoy using. I’ll take quality over quantity any time. Of course, finding the time to watch all the DVDs (as well as the ones Josh has been lending me) could be tricky.
But the best presents were the card Isaac made at school for me, and knowing that so many people in my life – the ones who contributed tangible presents and those who didn’t – cared enough to wish me a happy birthday.
