Thursday, May 02, 2013

Blog Every Day in May -- Day One


Day 1, Wednesday
: The story of your life in 250 words or less (or one paragraph... no one will be counting your words... probably)



Let’s begin my life story with my very beginning. I couldn’t have been more of an accident. My mother had recently given birth to my older sister and insisted my dad “stop at the drugstore” before bedtime. She assumed those two factors would preclude a second pregnancy but HEL-LO! Here I am!



Then there’s the hospital where I arrived. In 1967 (almost 10 years after my birth), it was converted to a mental institution. My family always teased me that it was fitting that I began life in the funny farm.



Then there was the time of my birth. I was born at the stroke of midnight between November 21 and 22. Legally, that’s not acceptable because midnight doesn’t belong to either day. When my mother “came to” (in those long ago days, women were doped up for labor), she was asked what day she wanted on my birth certificate. They had to ask her several times until she understood. She chose November 22 because it was her parents’ anniversary, so I was a “gift” to them. I always found that ironic, since my relationship with those two was always fractious and tortured. (I got lucky, though, with my other grandparents. They were wonderful and I adored them.)



By being born at midnight, I’m on the very cusp of the astrological cusp. So who am I? Scorpio is resilient, intense/dramatic, and wise; Sagittarius is expressive, optimistic and honest. Maybe, by the end of the month, you’ll tell me which best describes me.



3 comments:

  1. This is a great challenge, and if I had anything resembling follow-through, I'd participate too.

    Being born on the cusp of the cusp probably gives you a little bit of everything, and makes you more well-rounded :)

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  2. I like what Erika said about being born on the cusp of the cusp!

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  3. How interesting--my cousin was born on Nov 22 and I was born on Nov 24. Our mothers shared a hospital room. She is my one and only cousin. Love the crack about being "born in a funny farm!"

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