I woke up 42 years old today. Mom and Dad were right, the further down the hill you get, the more of a non-event your birthday becomes.
Still, I'm happy to have one, considering the alternative. Also, I've never understood people who lie about their age or refuse to divulge it. (It is especially puzzling when men do it - it seems girlie.) So far, I'm pretty proud that I've managed to survive so long on this poor neglected marble.
So, I've got to hand in my final decision on the horse today. Went over the numbers last night with Ginsberg, my unofficial (but tremendously competent) accountant. Purchasing the horse, no problem. Monthly upkeep of the horse plus lessons (roughly $600) - that's the challenge.
I already live minimally. No cable. No fancy dinners. No shopping addictions. The new budget would strip me down even more. No Netflix. No vices. No guitar lessons. Minimal travel. And a seriously reduced grocery budget. Hmmmmm, well, I liked Ramen well enough in college ...
At least blogging is (still) free.