Earlier this week, I turned 64. No longer can I credibly claim to be in my early 60s.
The previous week, my wife and I had taken a week off from our jobs and driven up to Door County, WI for a quiet wedding anniversary getaway. Originally, we had planned to go to Canada, but have been socked financially by some home repairs this year - have had to have two bathrooms remodeled and have a crawl space that needs to be watersealed. So we scaled back the vacation plans.
We had a wonderful week in Wisconsin, but we both knew that the emails and the work were piling up while we were gone. My birthday happened to fall on the first day back, so I spent my birthday paying the price for being away from work for a week.
On the spectrum of birthday celebration expectations, I land on the low-key end. I'm really not very comfortable being the center of attention, so I don't want everyone to make a big fuss over me. Well, it's not bad for a few minutes. But I'm really not looking to have a "special day". I never take my birthday off from work.
My wife is different: she wants more of a fuss on her birthday. She will happily take her birthday off from work, and would be even happier if I would take it off, too, and whisk her away to an art museum or a botanical garden or some other indulgent day-long activity. She'd like to be taken out to dinner, too.
It's not that I don't have any expectations. I want a birthday cake and ice cream, and greeting cards are nice. I actually don't feel that strongly about gifts. In fact, gifts are a source of annoyance for the rest of the family, because they want me to send out a birthday list of desired gifts, and I can never think of anything to ask for. We have what we need, and material things do not excite me very much. I usually end up asking for gift cards, which is boring for everyone (including me).
I've found that, when I don't put together a list of gift suggestions, my family comes up with interesting and thoughtful gifts. This year, my wife had a piano tuner come in to tune a piano that hadn't been tuned in years - a terrific gift, which I never would have thought up on my own. Two of the kids are going to pool resources to get us some theater tickets - how wonderful it is to look forward to a theater outing with them.
Meanwhile, every year checked off brings me deeper into the last third, or quarter, or tenth of my life. On my birthday, the mail brought two invitations to Medicare seminars in my area. I'm going to have to start taking Medicare enrollment seriously. Retirement sounds a little better these days than it has in the past (work is too stressful these days - I wish our society would come up with a way to ease up on the stress for us older workers). I'm still three years away from "full social security", and six years away from maxing out my social security. But there is no guarantee my employer will want me around that long.
So on the whole, my birthday was some combination of very nice, and quiet, and depressing :-)
What is your birthday attitude?