You know,
there’s not a much better birthday than to wake up next to my best friend. Maybe a close second was yesterday when a good
friend walked in our front door. Not
while we were still in bed glorying in our incredibly blessed situation of
being married to each other, though.
This would be later when we were both awake and getting ready for a
birthday hike. This friend walked over
to my desk and dropped on it a pair of Astros tickets. Yup.
Versus the Rangers, too. Nice.
I
still had to get some work done yesterday, so I did a lot of
multi-tasking. I did my best to respond
to all the FaceBook posts from friends and family. Everyone seemed to have a good time when I
asked what it was I was supposed to do now that I was 64. I got quite the list. Very first one was skydiving. Tempting, to be sure. Except maybe for all the slipped and ruptured
discs in my back and neck. The five mile
run was an interesting recommendation, but the accompanying encouragement to “then
act like it never happened” confused me.
Do I forget the run or the birthday?
“Party like it’s 1979” sounded like fun, but then I’d have to remember
what it was like to party back with a two-year-old in the house. Some of the items that are apparently must-haves
now are a life alert bracelet so I can say “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up”
(Always wanted one of those), an elevated toilet seat, a shower seat, and plenty
of Metamucil (personally I prefer bacon cheeseburgers as a fine source of
fiber). I was encouraged to get a
handicapped sticker for parking, go for ice cream, and get a PhD. I’ll need to work on my stories of how tough
things were when I was growing up. Trekking
up these treacherous sand dunes was certainly a challenge for me. Oh, and one of the late-night additions took
a moment or two to sink in … “ask your wife if she still needs you and feeds
you.” Ponder that for a moment, then
access your music files. Really old
music files. As in “Will ya still need
me, will ya still feed me, when I’m 64.”
Still nothing? You’re too
young. Google it. I guess my favorite of all admonitions were
the ones along the lines of … “Wake up one more day.”
We
had a birthday party for DadDad last night.
Sleepover with 6 of the 10 grandkids.
Pizza first, then chocolate cake.
Then presents. Goofy glasses with
a big nose and moving moustache and eyebrows.
Everybody said I looked like Uncle Jay.
Maybe I should post a photo. Then
a new tape measure. Can’t find
mine. Then all three of the Vaughan boy
families got together and gave me something I have been wanting for a long time
… an electric hedge trimmer. Can’t wait
to use it. Oh, and there was the duck
call chorus. That showed up off and
on. Still happening this morning, in
fact.
Well,
guess it’s time for the donut man to slither away and return in all his glory
with the morning sugar fix. Then it’s
back to their parents to work it off. Chris,
you will be hard-pressed to beat this one on Thursday. I love my job.
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Peter 3:8-9 says, “Finally, all of you,
live in harmony with one another; be sympathetic, love as brothers, be
compassionate and humble. Do not repay
evil with evil or insult with insult, but with blessing, because to this you
were called so that you may inherit a blessing.”
Father,
thank you for the many friends and family who wished me well. Thanks for the youngsters who came to my
sleepover, too. Amen.
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