This year, June 8, 2016, was my 50th birthday. To celebrate,
I had a picnic down at Stewart Park with some friends. It was nice,
though it was surprisingly cold, like in the lower 50s (°F), plus
the wind was blowing off the lake adding an extra chill. So by the
end, everyone was cold and miserable; but, as David Letterman might
say, "It was a good sort of cold and miserable."
The day before, I had "hit the ground running" in a bad
sense of the phrase, wiping out on a sidewalk dashing in the rain.
Here's what I looked like when I
got home from the urgent care/convenient care/doc-in-a-box place.
At Frankenfest, because of the lighting, the bandaid on my chin covering
the 5 stitches, isn't that obvious in the pictures unless you look at it.
My black eye and swollen cheek are even less obvious. The events of
the previous day made it pretty easy for this to be a much better day.
Basically, as long as I avoided slamming my face into cement
(which I did avoid), it was a better day. I didn't mind setting
the bar low, it's nice to have achievable goals.
Thanks to Bez and Rana for sending me photos. I forgot my camera.
Apparently Jeff H and Sue didn't make it into any of the pictures.