Friday, October 10, 2008

50 doesn't feel so very different from 49.999

That's probably a good thing. I would hate to wake up and find that everything had changed overnight. Instead, the alarm jolted me awake at 6:00 as usual, the cat waited for me to get out of the shower as always, and I picked her up and we looked out the window together, searching for Orion's Belt in the pre-dawn, just as we always do.

I always feel a little pensive on this day, but this year more so than ever, as I keep thinking back on the story my mom used to tell of being in the hospital with me after my birth. How the nuns would bring her such a good breakfast every morning. You could sense her satisfaction all those years later, as she would tell of the tray they would bring to her bedside, set with good porcelain dishes containing strong hot coffee and fresh crusty rolls with sweet butter. She loved a good breakfast.

Actually one of my favourite stories about my mom revolves around breakfast. It was the morning after my brother's wedding. We had all gone out for breakfast and ordered bacon and eggs, and when the waitress asked my mom how she wanted her eggs cooked, mom replied, "oh, just normal". I'm always tempted to order my eggs that way.

She feels really gone today. Although my mom couldn't really talk on the phone the last few years, I am still tempted to dial her old number, just to hear it ring out into the cosmos.

I am really looking forward to getting caught up on everyone's blogs over this long weekend, so you had all better be writing lots and lots for me to read. No going out and doing yardwork until you have written plenty of your patented witticisms to keep me entertained.

In my real life, the lovely Resident Offspring is accompanying me down to Mission after school today, where she has offered to buy me a coffee and a lemon slice at the Purple Perk, and where we will then peruse Casablanca - one of the city's better indie video stores - for some good films for the weekend. The Zombie family is taking me out to our local fancy schmancy lakeside restaurant for dinner tonight. Om nom nom.

On Sunday, I intend to roast and devour The Magnificent Bird for our Thanksgiving dinner. The family is pretty excited that I have also promised to bake a pumpkin pie, but for me it's all about the turkey. The fall yard work also awaits, and there is nothing quite like heading back into the house
on a crisp fall afternoon, fingers chilled from scooping up the piles of leaves, and having the excruciatingly divine scent of roasting turkey waft over you as you open the door.

Back here, where I really live, I intend to catch you up on things long overdue in the telling -
a wonderful Icelandic film we saw at the Calgary International Film Festival, a strange and poetic play we saw a couple of nights ago at Sage Theatre, as well as some developments in my brilliant new career. I am also really looking forward to once again participating in some long overdue memes that I was tagged for.

I'll ease back into it by playing along with Just A Cool Cat's Friday Random Ten, for which he has been faithfully keeping the home fires lit for quite some time now.

Here's the Sorry I Drooled on You, I was Thinking About Turkey edition:
1. the hem of his garment - Basia Bulat
2. gumboots - Paul Simon
3. 1963 - New Order
4. song for sunshine - Belle and Sebastian
5. new cities - Uncut
6. no beginning no end - Hawksley Workman

7. little things - Bush X
8. exterminator (massive attack remix) - Primal Scream
9. lake charles - Lucinda Williams
10. loomer - My Bloody Valentine

What delectable delicacies are wafting randomly out of your player right now?

I'll leave you with a little gift - the ohrmwurm that has been haunting me all week. Hey, if I can't get pasty bare-bummed Icelandic boys who run recklessly across fields out of my head, why should you be able to?

góðan daginn - sigur rós


Allison said...

Happy, happy Birthday, m'dear!

I am playing The Cons in your honour today! And a birthday parcel is in the mail, shortly. ;)

This post made me smile, especially the part about your mom and the eggs. Now I am tempted to order eggs like that now.

Sometimes I can't believe we've never met. Enjoy a wonderful weekend with the family!

Dale said...

Holy fecking milestone crazy time for you Barbara! I mean, Snappy Birthday. I always order my eggs over hard and only once did I have to repeatedly explain what I meant to a waitress. Next time I'm going for normal.

Keep that excellent family close and pick up some good moobies. Happy Thanksgiving and long weekend.

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

Mmmmmmmm, turkey. Oh yeah, happy birthday too.

Stephanie said...

Happy Birthday!

I assure you that if I liked eggs and ever ordered them, I would order them normal, because that is just so cute.

Also, I'm at a new blog now:
(update blogroll please :) )

Happy Birthday!!!


Happy B-Day Barb and welcome to the "Fuck You Fifties" club, the beginning of the most freeing time of your life! ;)

I'm glad you are celebrating it gastronomically although I hope you find time to have a bit of the bubbly as well! (I seem to be always forcing people to drink now that I'm not!)

Boy those hospitals 50 years ago sure knew how to treat new mother's right. I can't even tell you what they offered me when my daughter and son were born but I am sure it was on plastic, not hot and probably crusty in a bad way.

I can't wait for Sunday's feast even though I shall be the main chef. I can almost smell it now! Yum!

PS Your post was food-a-licious! Now I'm hungry!

mellowlee said...

Wishing you the happiest of Birthdays you magnificent woman! I loves ya!
mmmmm pumpkin pie!!! (with whipped cream of course)

Anonymous said...

Aw, Happy Birthday!

This really made me smile. Remembering those little things is so sweet.
And, not to be presumptuous, but I may have a way to make you smile, too: I bought my first Radiohead music recently. (I know! I cannot believe I forgot to tell you, either!)

Have a good Thanksgiving. :)

Volly said...

Happy 50th!!!

(from one who is trailing you by a mere 4 days...)

Is there a Red Hat Society up there?


Barbara Bruederlin said...

How IS it possible that we still haven't met in real life, Al? We must remedy that on the ASAP.
I was listening to the Cons a bit too, such good boys.
Oooooo a parcel! I am all atwitter.

The milestones are crashing down around my head and they are starting to hurt, Dale.
Did you have to act out a charades when ordering the over hard eggs that time? Because that would have been funny.

I know, turkey always takes top billing in my mind too, Dr M.

Eggs are awesome, Stephanie, you should try them normal sometime, I'll bet you'd like them.
Change made to the blogroll, switching to your kickass new blog.

I don't even think I got fed after my giving birth experience, Urban Blonde. I remember lying there cold, hungry, and ignored for the longest time.
I'm glad I have finally joined this exclusive FUF club, let's just get it done and call myself old.

Of course with whipped cream, Mel! Tis the only reason to eat pumpkin pie, really.

That really DOES make me smile, Justrun! Did you buy an actual cd or download some individual songs? And you know of course that Radiohead are planning a Mexico tour in March, if you are planning any warm weather travels.

You too, Volly? Well happy birthday in advance!
I have heard of the red hat society, but I'm not sure if it actually exists up here.

Anonymous said...

Cheers to the second half of our century (I just turned 50 last month). May it be filled with fantastic adventures.

Stephanie said...

The problem I have with eggs is the texture... I just can't get past it. It evokes a serious gag reflex, no matter how they're made, but I have never had them made normal, so maybe I could handle it.

John Mutford said...

So many significant moments in your life these days. No wonder you're feeling a little retrospective. I hope your birthday was full of birthday goodness.

mellowlee said...

I'm really embarrassed. I haven't sent your bday card yet, and it's been in my purse for over week :(
I hope you had the bestest bday

Love, Tardy Mel

Anonymous said...

ummm yeah...fuck your old

Anonymous said...

but then again..i hang with a woman older than you

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Really, Leazwell? Happy belated wishes to you, then.
I shall follow your example on how to proceed as a fabulous 50 year old.

I'm afraid that normal egg texture is still pretty much egglike, Stephanie. But at least you tried.

Yup, there has been a lot going on lately, John. Fortunately being a lazy unemployed bastard, I know have more time for reflection.

I am famous for that as well, Mel! I've got something to send out to someone whose birthday was 2 weeks ago. So you are in good company. But thanks for thinking of me.

And I'll bet she's fabulous too, Kelly. Because that is what we do when we turn 50, us women, we become uber-fine.

Evelyne said...

I know it's a bit late, but happy birthday. Hope that you had a wonderful weekend with your family

Anonymous said...

good grief

Bridget Jones said...

Happy Birthday, Barbara! I bet your mom is very proud of you, and it's a sure thing that she's there with you in a different way.

Lovely post, especially about the eggs.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Thanks, Evelyne! I did and I hope you had a great weekend as well.

Be careful you don't hurt yourself when you roll your eyes so hard, Kelly.

That's really sweet of you, Bridget, thanks.

Gifted Typist said...

happy bittersweet birthday, sweet zombie.

You do everything at once: anniversary, Thom's b'day, 50th, thanksgiving....

I visited the UNESCO World Heritage Fossil Cliffs in Joggins this wk/end and in the car listened to Ben Harper, Sting, Ali Farka Toure and Leona Lewis.

justacoolcat said...

Happy Birthday!

I hear 50 is the new 27.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Oh I love Ali Farka Toure, Gifted, someone to whom I have been meaning to pay a lot more attention.
Sounds like a lovely roadtrip, I have been enjoying doing not all that much this weekend. As you say, everything has been happening at once.

You hear correctly, JustA. At least in this house, we always go by the 50 is the new 27 rule.

Westcoast Walker said...

Hey Barb

You are one Kool Kat as far as I am concerned and I find it very reassuring that there are people at the age of 50 who haven't sold out and relegated music to the occasional dinner party soundtrack.

Long may you live! - I thoroughly enjoy your insightful postings and look forward to many more!

Remi said...

I prefer the delayed reaction aging process. I meander about blissfully unaware for close to a decade then I wake up and wonder what the heck happened. It's a bit of a freakout but soon enough I go back to meandering along and I'm content again.

Better living through self deception and a poor sense of time.

Congrats on another trip around the sun.

Remi said...

The other way to go is my mother's way. We just keep celebrating her 29'th birthday year in and year out. We've gotten quite good at it, though I am not sure how to explain to my niece that her grandmother is younger than her mother.

bloody awful poetry said...

Omygosh! Happy happy happy birthday! I'm so sorry I forgot =( Thou art awesome, and I can only dream about having even a fraction of your awesomeness when I'm 50! You stay awesome, now, you.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

How sweet you are, Westcoast! I can't imagine losing my interest in music, although I have to admit I do appreciate a sit down concert now much more than I used to.

And there is a third way, too, which I have been considering, Remi, and that is to tell people that you are 10 years older than you actually are and everybody tells you how great you look. Most of the time, I too am blissfully unaware though.

Awwwww, you're so sweet, BAP. I'm going to remind you of that when you turn 50 and I am ... 175?

Deb said...
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Deb said...

I thought of you.

Then I thought of me.

Then I thought of you again.

Sorry I wasn't around....I was gone from 6 am and got in at midnight. Your super awesome card is still sitting here. Fail. But a last minute hiring for the election meant absolute craziness from Wed. - yesterday.

The Lions let an Alberta team win just for you....I told them to. But it won't happen again.

Much love to you. But that's for every day.

50 is marvelous if you're there...I'm coming soon.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

You're so sweet, Deb, and I can't wait for you to join me in being a smoking hot 50 year old.
I can;t wait to hear about last minute elections Canada job!