June 18, 2005
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Pretty cool. It's odd, but I've gone from dreading each birthday
because it means I'm a year older, to being puffed up about my
advancing years. ISTM the fifties are the "teenage" phase of
middle age, sort of a betwixt-and-between time. One isn't young,
no doubt about that, but one hardly qualifies as old, either.So far I'd have to say this has been my favorite decade.
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I'm sorry I haven't called to wish you a happy birthday! Bad sister!! But I have thought about you most of the day. We spent the day in Eastland (and driving to and fro). I hope you had a great birthday!!!
Again (and this time after the fact), happy birthday, dear Anne!
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