Birthday Milestones

Yesterday was my fifty-first birthday.  It was as quiet day, no fuss and no muss, just the way I wanted it.  Gerry bought me a big comfy manager chair for my office, there were birthday greetings from family and friends, and a special piece of turtle cheesecake after dinner, but all-in-all it was a day just like any other. 

My fiftieth birthday was similar in some ways, but it felt significant in that I was crossing over into a new decade.  There was a bit of apprehension as I considered what being fifty meant. Now that I've passed that milestone, I expect that birthdays will be fairly insignificant until I reach the next milestone.

Sixty, you're thinking?  No, fifty-five.  Why?  Two words: retirement eligible.