This post is being published a day late. Normally my birthday slips by unnoticed (except for my narcissistic yearly posts on Facebook pointing out that it is my birthday). I also share my birthday with several friends and I like to list them all in my yearly post.
Yesterday started out badly: traffic moved at a crawl the entire six miles of I-205 ans the next 4 miles up I-5 to my exit. There was no reason. Maybe because it was a little foggy and someone thought 25 mph was prudent with half a mile visibility? I don’t know. It was insane, it was frustrating, and I still got to to work earlier than my coworkers who drive the same route.
The rest of the day went sideways like that until I came home. I thought I’d kick up my heels, blog a little about the palindrome and watch CSI.
But my son called. Then my girlfriend who moved to Arkansas years ago called. Then my girlfriend who still lives next door to our old home called. Then Chrystal and Antonio came over. Then CSI was on and I hadn’t posted a blog.
My Facebook account was buried under “Happy Birthday” wishes.
My husband bought me roses. And he finally joined Facebook.
And the palindrome passed into history.
Yesterday was a day my mother would have loved. She loved palindromes. Her license plate was 6336. My dad’s plate was 77. Once we lived in a house with the street number of 555. So for my birthday number 55, the day was 11/02/2011. A perfect palindrome.
I woke up dreaming of my mom.
I don’t think that’s related, but it’s a fact.
My mom would have liked it.
November has several palindromes in it this year (depending on how you write it): 11/1/11 was one. 11/11/11 will be one. But 11/02/2011 is a perfect palindrome. Unless you write 02/11/2011. Then the next perfect palindrome will be 21/02/2012.
I’ll stop.
November 2 was also Daniel Boone’s birthday. I always liked Daniel Boone. I see Fess Parker’s face when I think of Daniel Boone.
Right here is where I insert a joke about how my husband thinks he is Daniel Boone because he loves to spend hours on end alone on trails in the woods somewhere. But we live in town and we can see all the neighbor’s chimneys. Daniel Boone always moved when he could see the neighbor’s chimney. He really did not like people.
November 2 is also Marie Antoinette‘s birthday. She might have liked people, but she had very poor people skills and she lost her head over that.
Warren G. Harding also shares the day. Who the heck is that?! you ask. He was the 29th President of the United States. Sadly, he didn’t make much of his time in the White House: he died during his term of a sudden heart attack. He was actually a pretty good president.
November 2 is also my daughter-in-law’s birthday. And that’s my last word.
Happy Belated Palindrome Birthday, Kaci!
Jaci Dawn 