When the temperature hits this high during my birthday week in double-digit December, well, my dear wife Karen, Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle and I celebrate with a nice near-winter walk around our Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood.
We took a long one, in fact, enjoying a nice late weekend morning together a couple of days before my birthday proper, feeling OK about the here and now. Knock on wood.
Here in upstate New York, it was much more likely for the temperature to match my age when I moved here from Maryland in 1983. In fact, I didn’t have the right coat yet for the 20s. When my daughter Elisabeth was in elementary school in the ’90s, I had a ski coat to feel warm in the 30s. When Karen and I bought the Little Bitty in the New Millennium, the 40s on my birthday week was a heat wave.
But this warm when I turn 58 is something else. Take my iPhone 6 for a couple of shots to mark this occasion, my dear, please and thank you.
If you remember odd weather during your birthday week celebration, what was the circumstance? Would you rather it be warmer or cooler than usual, and why? Do you feel younger or older than you did last year, and why?