Birthday

Birthday is the name given to the day that some people in many cultures celebrate the anniversary they were born. It is often marked by a birthday party and/or friends when gifts are given to the person celebrating the birthday. It is also customary to treat people specially on their birthday, either generally acceding to their wishes, or subjecting them to a rite of transition.

It is thought the large-scale celebration of birthdays in Europe began with the cult of Mithras, which originated in Persia but was spread by soldiers throughout the Roman Empire. Such celebrations were uncommon previously so practices from other contexts such as the Saturnalia were adapted for birthdays. Because many Roman soldiers took to Mithraism, it had a wide distribution and influence throughout the empire until it was supplanted by Christianity. The Jewish perspective on birthday celebrations is disputed by various rabbis.

The celebration of birthdays is not universal. Some people prefer name day celebrations, and Jehovah’s Witnesses do not celebrate either, considering their origins to be pagan festivals along with Christmas and Easter. Some adults loathe celebrating it as it reminds them that they are getting progressively older.

The preceding paragraphs, folks, make up the official definition of “birthday” from Google. I’m starting a post this way because yesterday (the 29th) was my birthday. (Astute individuals by now will notice that the above paragraphs will have very little to do with my actual post. Still…) There you go, folks, I am officially 37 years old (not 38) as somebody mistakenly hypothesized). As somebody once told me, “You’re out of the calendar counting, but you’re still in the thermometer.” (Thirty-one days in the calendar month, forty-two degrees maximum in the old-style oral thermometer. Get it?  Probably not.)

Anyways, I appreciate everything the church and everyone else did for me yesterday. Several went out of their way to greet me a happy birthday. What made the day extra special was my beloved M taking a day off from work and spending the day with me. We didn’t go out or anything, except maybe for a root beer float. I had to finish some work in the office so she stayed the whole time here with me. She also had a special gift for me, which I’m now using.  We initially planned to make a parachute for her stuffed Ernie toy and throw launch him from the fifth floor of my building. Didn’t pan out due to time constraints, but I’m currently making slight adjustments to the parachute itself. Hopefully, Ernie will gently float to the ground before the end of the week.

Thank you all, and especially M, for making this a very happy birthday indeed!

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3 Comments

  1. The clinical thermometer can measure up to forty-two degrees which is equivalent to one hundred seven. The digital ones can go as high as one hundred twelve…

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