Mar. 10, 2008 Monday
Yersterday marked the forty-ninth anniversary of the introduction of the Barbie doll. Why is that a cause for celebration? Yes, I had several of the scrawny little things; I was too young to know that Barbie was subjecting me to future stress. Next year she'll be fifty. What do you get a 50-year-old Barbie doll?More importantly, this weekend was my youngest sister’s birthday. She's not as old as Barbie, but she's still older than we think a baby sister should be. When we checked her age on the birthday candles on her cake, we were compelled to inquire of each other, "is that right?"
The celebration was at the second-youngest sister's house (whose oldest offspring is taking the marriage plunge next year), and we all had to comment on the massive passage of years accumulated collectively by my sisters and me.
My octogenarian Dad was present as well, quietly enjoying our observations.
It was all fun - one thing we know how to do is celebrate an occasion, whatever it may be.