What Is That in Cat Years?

Here it is, the half century.  I am really having a hard time wrapping my mind around this one. But I think 40 was worse.  By the time you reach your mid 40's- you've accepted that the teenage years are gone. And you're living through your kids teens- which is, well, interesting. Frankie Bear asked me what I wanted and he got me this Schacht-Reeves 30" Ash DT Saxony wheel.  Isn't that the nicest present? Whatta guy.
My sister got me this gorgeous William Morris Mug at "Say Tea"- we were on the same page this year, she got an Emma Bridgewater Fox mug.  Krystyna really does have the nicest things ever.

My buddy Pat came by and gave me some lovely fiber, I got a phone call from Jewel in California, my favorite niece came over and  I got birthday wishes from my Ravelry pals. I got a card with Foghorn Leghorn on it from my favorite son.  I feel so blessed and lucky to have the family and friends that I have.  I wouldn't trade any of them for the world.

The Kitten Chow is his usual fluffy, warm, purring self. So far, I'm liking 50.