59 laps . . .

Today I complete my 59th lap around our sun. I’ve stopped trying to keep track of how many days, or hours, it takes to build that total. Let’s just admit that, with one more lap I’ll have completed 6 decades, and leave it there. Last night my wife asked me how I wanted to spend my birthday.

Because I was feeling bloated, gassy, and possibly constipated, I could only answer her question with a reply that would indicate relief from those symptoms.

If I could try again, I would suggest getting a Porterhouse Steak, with a baked potato and a Mediteranian style salad. Other options would be a Meat-Lover’s Pizza with extra garlic sauce from Pizza Hut, or getting our gutters and downspouts cleaned out. I have a slight suspicion which my wife would choose, but I’m alright with any of the stated options.


Saturday Posts . . .

Today is the birthday one of my best friend’s.  Her name is Eibhlin (pronounced like Eliene)  – and she is an artist who’s mother was one of the original Disney animation artists.  She and I share several areas of intellectual. interests, not the least of which are interests in the paranormal and fine arts.

I truly hope that she has a wonderful birthday, and that she’s achieving everything she hopes to make of her life.

Happy Birthday,  Eibhlin.

Saturday Posts . . .

This is a very special edition of my Saturday Posts series, because today I get the privilege of wishing my wife a happy birthday, On her birthday, on a Saturday Post.

Sweetheart, we’ve certainly been through a lot together, and I’m thankful every day that you still want to keep me around.  I hope you have a wonderful birthday.

I should have known better . . .

As anyone who’s been following my blog for very long will realize, today completes my 57th lap around our sun.  Nothing very special about that, at least in my opinion.

Through the course of the day, I was called with birthday greetings by my dad and my daughter, at different times (of course).  When dad called, he suggested the possibility that he might be traveling into town (he lives in a very small town about 17 miles away) today, and if he did he’d stop by for a cup of coffee.  I welcomed him completely.

Please remember that I’ve not only written here several times, but I’ve also told him several times, that I do NOT in any way, shape, or form, appreciate his willingness to be a conduit for my mother’s efforts to reestablish contact with me.  I’ve told him over, and over, exactly why I discontinued talking to her, and that IMHO she’s already dead.  Mostly because she specifically stated that she wished ME dead as a preferred option to being an adult who made choices she didn’t approve of.  Still, every year when he called for my birthday, he also relayed the expressed birthday wishes of my mother.  Last year, I told him that I didn’t care what he did with her, but I did NOT want him to ever relay that message again.

This morning when he called, he wished me “Happy Birthday” just like usual, but did not attempt to relay a message from my mom.  Instead, he suggested that he might be coming to town, and would like to share a cup of coffee.  I was happy to oblige.  I very rarely get visitors.

I should have known better.  I know, I already said that.  Still, whether you call it optimistic, naive, or even dim-witted, I hoped for a good visit with my dad.

One of the first things he did when I opened the door for him was produce an envelope, addressed to me in care of him, from my mother.  He said, “I hope you’ll accept this in the spirit that I believe it is offered in.”  I immediately threw it in the trash, right in front of him.  He expressed confusion, and suggested that I might actually want to open it before tossing it away.  I had to explain, yet again, that no matter what I ever felt for her, I can’t erase the pain of hearing her say, “I’d rather you were dead than a member of (that cult).”  I was 36 years old when that happened.  The day she said that was the day she died as my mother.  IMHO, every effort she’s made since to regain a relationship with me has just been her insistence on having the last word.

Still, I’m uncertain about leaving that letter in the trash. Is there anything she could say, that I’d actually trust to be the truth, that could be a step at healing that deliberately inflicted injury?  I doubt it, but not 100%.  I don’t want to open it, but a small part of me believes that I should.

What do YOU think?

Funny math story . . .

I was just talking on the phone with my daughter, who called to wish me a happy birthday.  Yep, it’s today.

But, it got me to thinking.  I remember an incident back when I was 10, when one of my aunts asked me what age I thought was when a person was “old”.  My answer at the time was 18.

Well, it turns out I have now officially lived 3x that long.  18 x 3 = 54.  So if 18 was old, I’m ancient now.  But, an interesting side note is – I was 18 when I had my left leg operated on for a bone tumor.  Coincidence?  Hmmmm…….

Hope it’s a great one . . .

Today is my wife’s birthday, so I’m hoping she has a great day. Unfortunately, the weather is bad and she has a doctor’s (well, chiropractor) appointment in Fort Scott later. Drive carefully, honey.

UPDATE: About an hour after I posted this blog this morning, my wife noticed that there was rain mixed with sleet already coming down outside, and later noted that several people she knows via Facebook (she uses it for work, unfortunately) were reporting cars in the ditch between here and Ft. Scott. Taking all of that into consideration, she called the chiropractor’s office and rescheduled her appointment.