I'm 65, and that's no jive

My sixty-fifth birthday was this past Shabbat/Sabbath (Saturday).  Fortunately, due to the vaguaries of the Jewish calendar, I was spared from chanting Haftarat T'rumah, which is my least favorite among the haftarot that I know, and had the privilege of chanting Haftarat Shabbat Rosh Chodesh--the haftarah that I learned the hard way--instead.  Not only that, but, since our local synagogue finally became egalitarian this past summer, I also had the privilege of leining (chanting directly from the Torah scroll) my own maftir reading, as well.  What an honor!

We also got a phone call yesterday from our son, wishing us both a happy birthday--my husband's birthday will be tomorrow--and serenading us with a rendition of "Happy Birthday to You" on his violin.  This, on top of the C Lanzbom/Noah Solomon concert we attended--and through which I danced :)--on Saturday night after Shabbat made for a delightful celebration for both of us.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014 update:
Wasting no time, I went down to the MTA Customer Service Center at 3 Stone Street in Manhattan today and got myself a Reduced-Fare MetroCard.  Yep, there are some advantages to getting older.  :)

Happy Birthday, Hubby!