Old French soup?

Today is my Birthday, I am 40 years old :)

I had a French couple (François & Cathleen) and my Australian buddy Jamie over for dinner last night. I made a nice Pesto pasta, cucumber salad, and mushrooms that I fried in fresh garlic & port, it came out quite nice.

When we were on our 3rd bottle of wine we found ourselves talking about age and birthdays. In a thick French accent Cathleen turned to me and said “4T is good age 4 the man, we have a saying in France, you make the best soup with the old pot, you understand this meaning, yes?” I turned to her and said “Yes I understand Cathleen; today I am like old French soup”. She burst into a good laugh.

I’ve been up since about 3:30am lying in bed looking up at the stars through the hatch.

I don’t have the money I thought I’d have when I was 20, and I had promised myself that I would be in the best physical shape of my life when I turned 40. I didn’t really make either of those marks; however it is my birthday resolution to be in excellent physical shape for 41. I have managed however to finally find my place on this earth and I think that’s far more of an accomplishment. I might be like old French soup, but you know what, I’m happy about it.

As I’m writing this I’m trying to figure out what I can do “Special” for myself today. I can’t think of anything more special that what I do every day. I have this HUGE smirk on my face rite now, sucess feels good.

I would like to go swimming but I’m a bit hesitant. I dove into a school of jellies after the storm yesterday and got a good sting. I had to swim back to the boat with one arm; that kind of sucked.

I think I’m going to hike up to a water fall and take some pictures.

As always, I hope everyone is well & happy.

Peace, Love, & Old French soup.

– Alex