Yup. Another year older and I had a great “all-about-me” day.
The first thing that happens on birthdays is I go looking for the three cards my husband hides in plain sight. Always three. This year they were: One) next to my toothbrush. Two: On top of the computer. Three) Next to our coffee pot.
That coffee pot deserves a blog post all by itself. It’s a fancy stainless steel contraption that does everything but babysit. A gift to us from our friend, neighbor, realtor Lynda after she sold our house. I love our coffee pot. I love Lynda too. But I digress. Back to the birthday.
I held onto the cards until Jim crawled out of the feathers. My husband is a gifted sleeper. I envy that. We always open them together. He buys fancy expensive cards. Me, I shop the Dollar Tree.
While waiting for Sleepy to get up, I began my birthday carbohydrate fest. Breakfast. A Gluten-free English muffin smeared with copious amounts of Philadelphia cream cheese. I toasted it all dark and crunchy and delicious. Lunch was a repeat of breakfast. Snack was a repeat of lunch. It was divine.
Then there was my present! Copic Markers. I’ve never used Copic markers and have signed up for a class this week. The class is within walking distance at a darling art supply store named WhimSoDoodle. It’s dangerous having art supplies a block away. I’m constantly buying things I don’t need with money I don’t have. It’s an illness.
Then the phone calls began pouring in. I get lots of calls and cards because years ago, at the end of October, I would send out notices–“Only thirty shopping days left!” I no longer have to do that. The people are conditioned. It’s grand.
Several of the calls are predictable. Karen always mocks me for being old. Richie calls to tell me November is NOT my month, it’s his. Which is wrong. He gets the nineteenth. I get all the other days. The kids call and that lights me up. Aunt Peggy. Bunches of other buddies. Or they text. Joyous!
Then a very happy surprise. Elton John got an ear infection. What does that have to do with me? Well, Rusty and Lynda were to go to an Elton John concert on November 28th, aka “Alice Day.” The concert was canceled so they drove to Saint Petersburg. They brought flowers and wine and joined us for dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, Gratzzi, also within walking distance. I can see their black and white awning from our balcony.
Because I hadn’t had enough carbs for one day I chose risotto. Delicious. Lynda and I happily split a bottle of red wine. For dessert, the waiters brought me tiramisu with a candle. I made a wish, blew it out and know, for sure, that wish will come true.
Have you ever made tiramisu? I tried one year for Richie’s birthday. Ended up serving it in bowls and calling it tiramisoup. I’ve had my fair share of cooking fails. One dinner party I left the baked potatoes in the oven for so long by the time I served them all that was left was the skin. They guys used them as baseball gloves to pass the dinner rolls. The following day they hauled those shriveled brown shells along to the golf course and teed their balls up on them. My cooking has improved since I made friends with Ina Garten.
After dinner, we toddled home where Lynda and I opened another bottle of red. That one we didn’t finish.
The birthday continued into yesterday when Charki and Doug asked us to stop over. They had a gift for me. She knows I’m all about positive thinking, saying “Yes” to the Universe.
Here is what I got.
I just learned more cards are coming my way. Amy sent theirs early, priority mail only to learn they ended up in Massachusets. She is disappointed, but I feel like it gives me something to look forward to.
Now, the excitement continues for another year. My goal, to get serious about writing. Classes are twice a week, also within walking distance.
Sixty-seven is terrific so far.