Two years ago, while Randall and I were at the Annual Meetings in Surry, BC, Hillary decorated the house for my birthday (which occured while we were there). I came home to a kitchen full of balloons and a big banner stretched across the sun room door that read "Happy Birthday!" with a big "46" in the middle.
The sign fell down around Christmas time, but Randall stuck it back up.
Last year I said someone should change the "6" to a "7", but although that didn't happen, the sign remained.
This year I suggested (repeatedly, according to Hillary) that turning the "6" into an "8" would be a fairly simple matter, and so I wasn't surprised to see that alterations were made sometime Saturday night.
What was a bit of a surprise, was that "46" had been covered over by a yellow polka dotted, purple "50".
We're set for a couple of years now.
I'm also wondering how prophetic said signage is, as every day since Sunday has seen me waking up stiff, sore, tired and feeling particularly ancient...
I suppose it's just a matter of time anyway, really.
The writing IS on the wall...