Birthdays. Some people choose to ignore them, some refuse to tell their age, and yet others clamor for attention on that one day of the year that is all their own. Then there are people who decide to seize the day, get dressed up and do something special.
People have an image of the birthday person being treated to a restaurant meal by a multitude of close friends. And in the family, well there are the surprises and love being shared all around, right?
Well, it’s been a little over seven months since I moved to Nova Scotia and to tell the truth, I don’t have a multitude of close friends; I don’t even have one. So when my birthday arrived I had to amuse myself. I think I did alright….
I got a Skype call from my son in Korea to ponder life’s little idiosyncrasies
Walked to Frenchy’s and bought a beautiful Nantucket vase for 1.25
My other son, Steve called to chat.
Talked to various friends and family until there was no charge left on the phone
Lurked on Facebook to see who had wished me Happy Birthday…
Got a “happy birthday” from Aaron as he was going out the door. I didn’t even know he was aware it was my day; and later on when he came home from school he had a 14 lb gift for me in a brightly wrapped box. (No, it wasn’t a dog)
My sweet husband brought home roses and supper!
Dave made me a perfect drink: lemon squash, 7 up and vodka and then had one with me.
I received a surprise in the mail from my kindred spirit, amazingly loyal and loving friend.
And in between phone calls I read a little, knit a little, went for a walk and did some gardening.
Although I missed my friends and sister in Montreal, all in all it was a great day.
Now my fantasy birthday would have included a trip in a hot air balloon while sipping on a pina colada, followed by a fancy dress up dinner at some exotic restaurant; and then to come home to a key lime cake with cream cheese frosting from We Take the Cake.
Maybe next year…