Yesterday was my birthday and it was a very nice one, indeed. I told David I did not want a cake as I wanted to get tiramisu at the Italian restaurant we were going to. So, instead, I awoke in the morning with fresh coffee brewed and Boston creme donuts with two candles on them with the number 7 and 3. I let you guess how old that made me! So right there the sugar intake started. Even though I wanted to have less sugar.
David said I should do whatever I wanted to do on my birthday and I know this sounds boring to many, but I spent the afternoon sewing upstairs. Sewing and listening to talk radio puts me in my happy place. But it wasn’t to be for long. David came upstairs and said, “You need to come see something.” Now whenever David says something like this to me, I never know if I should expect the Queen of England to be at the door or that the dogs have found a new toy. I never know. “Is it company?” I asked since I wasn’t dressed for company. But it wasn’t company. I came downstairs into the dining room and there was a beautiful vase of flowers and a large box of Whitman’s Sampler on the table. “Do you have a boyfriend? David asked me. “I don’t know.” I replied. You would think I would know. I read the note on the flowers that wished me a Happy Birthday and called me Mom so I knew it was somebody who called me Mom. So that narrowed it down. They had not signed their name.
And more sweets! I was not going to eat sweets except for the Tiramisu, but I ate two chocolates, one being a caramel which, while I was chewing it, made me remember this was exactly how I pulled the bridge off a tooth a few weeks ago while eating a Sugar Daddy. “Idiot,” I said to myself, but I didn’t do any harm this time except for adding a few hundred calories to my day. The day I wanted to eat tiramisu.
My daughter-in-love called me to wish me a Happy Birthday and she said she had not sent the flowers and candy.
My very best friend from school where we went from first grade to graduation together, called from Florida where she and her husband were spending a few weeks. We had a nice talk. She and I can get together after years and it’s like we have never been apart. We went through a lot of things together while growing up and she will always be my friend.
I received a few cards one of which is from a lady in my church who always includes the most wonderful prayer for the recipient of the card. She is so awesome and her prayers are so heartfelt. I cherish them when I get them. She had sent David a birthday card and prayer also. She hasn’t been to church for a long time because of Covid and she is not in the best of health.
Later we went to my favorite Italian restaurant to eat. We went kind of early because I was hungry having already eaten a donut and two pieces of candy! We had the cutest waitress. She was tiny and elfin like with short hair and the prettiest eyes. She wore two rings in her nose which kind of bothered me, but it’s her business. I don’t know why people wear rings in their noses. The only ones that wore rings in their noses when I was growing up was an old bull we had or the pigs. So I have never had the desire to wear a ring there. But if you do so, it’s your business and if it makes you happy. Anyway, she took our order and was very efficient in getting us our drinks and bread. We were having a good time talking while I was facing the kitchen where I like to watch the cooks as they toss the spaghetti and cook on the grill. But suddenly I saw smoke coming from there and all the cooks and waiters and waitresses stopped what they were doing and watched what was happening as one of the cooks struggled to get the fire under control. “The kitchen is on fire,” I told David and he turned around to look. The smoke was billowing. What a show! No one was running for the door, so I thought it couldn’t be dangerous. As fast as it began, the fire was out and everyone, the cooks, the waiters and waitresses all disappeared. David said, “It must have been the spaghetti and sausage I ordered.” We laughed and the manager came to our table and said it was going to be a while before we got our meal and we were okay with that. By that time the restaurant was filling up with people and no cooks in the kitchen. Later our waitress came to the table to apologize that our meal would be late and I said, “It’s not your fault.” So we waited about an hour and the cooks finally came back and started cooking again and we got our meals and let me tell you, the chicken penne gorgonzola was delicious. It was such a huge serving, I took a lot of it home in two cartons and ate it today. I also ordered the Tiramisu to go as I was full. We were there for two hours and it seemed much shorter because we were having such a good time. Then I went home and ate another donut. I know. I was lost by that time.
Today I finished the chicken penne and ate the Tiramisu and it was worth the wait.
Our daughter called us that night and it was she and her husband who had sent the flowers and candy. So mystery solved. I am so blessed.
It was an amazing birthday and I look forward to more, but I don’t know how they can be any better than this one was.
Here’s to Happy Birthdays, may you have good ones always. Bye.