I had a birthday recently—my 56th.
Not a milestone. No zero in it. Not at all traumatic—even though I am now officially closer to 60 than 50. All-in-all, it was a fine birthday.
Celebrating another year of my life reminded me of something kind of funny that happened to me a few months ago . . .
It was a rainy day. Shopping was on my agenda—the kind of shopping that would have me in and out of the car all day. I got up, got dressed, styled my hair then got sidetracked by little tasks around the...