See You All in February!
In the wee hours of tomorrow morning, my flight leaves for Guadalajara, where I will putter around for three hours, and then take another Volaris flight to Mérida. I will drive to the airport with Martine, and Martine will drive back by herself. (She’s not coming with me because she is allergic to anti-malaria medications.)
During my absence, I will not blog. Instead I will go into experiential mode to get something to write about when I return in February.
Incidentally, today is my 75th birthday, which is a milestone for me. My father died at the age of 74, so I had always wondered whether I would outlive his span of years. It appears that I already have, so that is one less morbid imagining. To spend the time after my birthday in a place I love (Yucatán) can only lengthen my life, no?
Another Birthday, Already? Jeez!
Again I survived! Today is my 44th birthday. Before you smirk, I now measure my age strictly in the hexadecimal numbering system, which counts 0, 1, 2, 3 and on to 9, A, B, C, D, E, and F. I think you will agree that it’s a much more flattering number, until the letters of the alphabet start showing up, making people say, “Hold on thar!” Of course, I won’t get to be 4A years old for another six years. By then, I may have to find a still more flattering number system—perhaps vigesimal (to the base twenty).
If you are not a computer wonk and want to find out how old I really am now—in the decimal numbering system— you just follow these simple steps:
- Take the number of Muses in Ancient Greek mythology.
- Add the number of the current Baktun in the Long Count of the Mayan Calendar.
- Multiply the result by the number of Theological Virtues in Catholic dogma.
- Add the number of scoops of raisins in every box of Kellogg’s Raisin Bran cereal.
There, that wasn’t so very difficult, was it? Easy as pi!