It’s my big day. It’s the day I get to remember where I’ve been and think about where I’m going. I’m moved by the greetings and phone calls, texts, messages, FB Posts, it’s really fun. I appreciate it so much. Thank you all.
It’s just been a beautiful day so far. We went to the garden center. A couple of bucks later, I have two hydrangeas to plant, one is supposed to be 5 – 7 feet high! Holy smokes! Another one is a little dwarf at 18 inches to 24 inches. It’s a replacement plant. A mum bit the dust, so the hydrangea will replace it. So we unloaded the car, and now is a steady rain, just enough to hang inside. And it’s fine with me. We went to lunch at Addy’s for their Monster BLT and it was great. Socially distanced, of course. And now, it’s home time.
The older I become, the more I remember past birthdays. As a young couple we sure didn’t have any $$ leftover. Mothers Day and my birthday fell in the same pay period. I had to choose which event I wanted a card for. I left it up to the kids. The ex would get a coffee cup, put clothespins in it, and the kids were so proud to present it to me. Their little faces always brighten up. Good memories.
When I turned 40, those kids gave me a great gift. We lived in a different house. When I went to bed the night before, they blew up 40 black balloons, and stuffed them inside my 1989 Pontiac Grand Am. They fell out when you opened the door. I left them in the car, I had a chuckle all day at work. A young guy helped me out to the car with my stuff that night, in the rain, him carrying my birthday cake, me holding an umbrella over his head. The balloons fell out in the puddles by the car. I about died laughing. Great memory!
These are the really exciting times. I’m writing my novel, have ideas for some children’s books, and one for families. Thanks to the Babe, my daughter Becky, and friends who are encouraging, I’m writing and enjoying it a lot. This year will continue to be a good one, despite the quarantine, Coronavirus, and masks. I’m grateful to God for His blessings and mercy.
Today is National Poppy Day. I love it’s on my birthday, as I love the flowers, and love the Poppy campaign the VFW does to help support Veterans through the funds raised from donations for the handmade flowers. Please support them if you see them out this weekend. Many Memorial Day services are cancelled, and that is sad. Our Post is having a small ceremony, Don Bacon will speak, and we’ll have Sloppy Joes for lunch afterwards. It will be a small, socially distancing event. God Bless our Veterans who gave their all so we may have the freedoms we have.
The 1970 graduating class of Archbishop Ryan Memorial High School is sharing something with all the kids who weren’t able to graduate normally this year. We had to cancel our 50th Class Reunion this year! We’re shooting for 2021 instead. Someone posted a little quip that’s 100% truth at this age, “We just hope we are still alive in another year!” And we do. The celebration will be sweeter when it’s safe to go out and mingle. And it gives us another 12 months to crash diet and get into shape for people we haven’t seen in years.
In the meantime, this meme is my slogan, my anthem, my brand and my toast to living a most excellent year ahead. I’m happier than I could have ever imagined, and am so grateful for friends old and new, young and old, authors and songwriters, and those I’ve yet to meet. I’m praying for another 30 years as long as I know what’s going on. Hugs to all of you who have inspired me to do this journey, the things I’ve always wanted to do. Some of you don’t even realize how much you influenced me. Thank you. God Bless you. See you back tomorrow. Back to work then!