Monday Smiles – 5/20/1944
If you were one of the 65 people who stopped by yesterday, you know that this is my birthday, hence the date in the title. Yes, 1944. Sixty-nine years ago, a two-month premature baby boy was born into this world in New Haven, Connecticut, delivered C-section because my mother was suffering from toxemia. Fortunately, the experience ended well for both of us. If you’ve been a reader since the beginning of Bud’s Blog, you know that Older Eyes started as a place to talk about Feeling Older as my sixty-fifth birthday approached. The arrival of my Medicare card before my sixty-fifth birthday was traumatic after helping manage my father’s Medicare issues for many years but I was upbeat in my sixty-fifth birthday post, Turning Sixty-Five. Each year, I’ve posted on my birthday, sometimes a bit cranky, like Sixty-Freakin’ Six. Last Year it was Fifty-Eighteen, so I guess technically, this year I’m fifty-nineteen. This birthday feels like a bit of a non-event but I’m already wondering how it will feel to be sixty-ten. Yikes. THAT can wait a year.
Today will be low key. I did find a new toy for Muri to give me, a Logitech Bluetooth Keyboard that will work with my smartphone or Nexus Tablet. I posted Saturday’s post from the park using the Swype keyboard on my Samsung Galaxy and don’t you know that’s a pain in the you-know-where. I’m anxious to try out my new keyboard so you may be seeing a few more posts from the park. Maybe even today … we’ll probably spend some birthday time there if the weather’s not too hot. And Muri’s making me a nice dinner and an apple pie … absolutely the best apple pie in the world, I’d add. My grandkids and daughter will probably call today to sing me Happy Birthday and I’ve already had a handful of greetings on Facebook. Wednesday night, we’re going out to dinner with our theater friends, Ron and Kerry, to celebrate. Family and friends are a large chunk of what life is about.
In the circles I travel, I have met people who have spent substantial parts of their life feeling unloved. Searching for love. Searching for more love. I suppose that all of us can occasionally feel that way on our down days. But for sixty-nine years, I have always known in my heart that people love me. The friends and family that have given me that gift are what I celebrate today. You know who you are. I love you, too. It’s Monday … I’m smiling.