On Being 52 Years Old

Today I'm 50(f*cking)2 (it's a family joke, kinda like you had to be there). So far rather uneventful, other than a phone call from one of my very favourite people in the whole wide world (Adonus!), who called from Lethbridge, and a call from my mother, who's vacationing in the US Virgin Islands, on the island of St. Thomas, where she managed to spend yesterday afternoon with my son.

Last night my dad called, and sometime this weekend both of my sisters will call, as well as my great big burly Aunty Jean.

Tonight we're having a President's Choice 3-mushroom, 5 cheese lasagna, and tomorrow we're spending the day cleaning house and preparing food for about a dozen friends who will be dropping by tomorrow night.

A house without love is just a building. Our house is a home.