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Birthday The 33rd

I can't remember when I'm supposed to stop telling people how old I am. Maybe it's after 40. I forget. Doesn't matter. Today I'm 33. When I turned 30, I was full of optimistic hope for the future. When I turned 32, a bit of wariness was beginning to show. Today, on the turning of my thirty-third, I can tell you that optimism of my 30th was justified. (3)3 Cheers for Optimistic Hope For the Future. I love it when a plan comes together.

I'm not quite back to Ashland. I flew out of San Antonio on Monday after a indescribably wonderful weekend and arrived in Denver for my connecting flight to Medford that afternoon. We boarded the plane (about 15 minutes behind schedule) and sat there for a little longer than usual. Finally, the pilot told us that had we left 15 minutes earlier, we would have missed the weather system that was coming in and consequently would not have be prevented by the FAA from taking off. Our flight was canceled. I spent the next hour or so in a line to get another flight. All flights to Medford were sold out. I missed the flight to Eugene by one person. I opted for Portland. At least I wouldn't have to sleep 2 nights in a Denver terminal. I'm borrowing my Grandpa's Tahoe and will be driving back home to Ashland today. Happy Birthday to me! Since United still technically owes me a flight back to Medford from Portland and since I was already planning on coming up to Portland (and Seattle) this upcoming weekend, I'm hoping to return the Tahoe to Grandpa and get a flight back to Medford next Monday. Hopefully *that* plan will come together.

Here's to an amazing 33rd year. Could be the best yet.