It is funny that as you get older that you start to look forward to celebrating your birthdays less and less. I must admit that turning 42 was somewhat of a downer. I mean I am glad that I made it to this age, and I hope to get much, much older. It is just that I always associated your forties with true adulthood. The point where you stop enjoying all of the silly frivolous things in life. Now granted, I enjoy frivolous things more than most 42 year olds. In fact my DVD collection consists primarily of Justice League Unlimited, Star Trek, and the Buffy the Vampire Slayer TV series. I enjoy these things and truly hope that I don’t start to morph into some of my friends that life far too seriously.
My Mom and my Aunt Gloria called from the States to wish me a Happy Birthday. I know Mom had to really plan when to call because of the time difference and the fact that she and my aunt were traveling also. I think my moms really just wanted to remind me about the 18 hours of labor pains that I subjected her to 42 years ago. Still it is always great to hear her voice. Even when she nags the hell out of me it is hard for me not to be reminded that she was always there for me. Always. Not to sound like a wuss but I especially miss my mom on days like today.
The rest of the day was relatively uneventful as far as things go in Norway. I worked out in the morning to get that “New James” feel. Rode my bike in the afternoon around Oslo just to let these Norwegian girls know I still look good. Played soccer, or should I say “football”, with my kids in the early evening before sitting down to a wonderful dinner with family and friends. All in all, this “old man” had a good day.