Friends,
My Birthday Holiday Season has begun! Clap hands!
Actually, it started over the weekend when my kind in-laws, who are living in a nearby Dutch-reformed-themed retirement community (complete with working windmill!) brought a lavish gift of photography gear. This was followed by a check from my folks who are holed up in their home in the desert.
Is there cake? Yes, there’s cake. Phone calls poured in from well-wishers, which is always welcome.
Will there be more? Yes! Big plans for the weekend (Or so I’ve heard. Very exciting.)
What we’ve learned is that having a birthday on a Tuesday kinda blows. It’s too far away from the leading weekend and too far from the following weekend. Annoying. That said, I am going to make it my business to see that other people who are having birthdays in the middle of the week during a pandemic will still get the maximum fun treatment. This is because your birthday is your own personal holiday and deserves a suitable celebration.
Sometimes I think that I’m the only person who believes this. There are times when I hear, “Ugh, I’m getting so old,” when I share my Dad’s retort: “It sure beats the alternative.”
Your pal,
– bob
P.S. Bonus sunset photo!
