I had the following phone conversation with my dad this afternoon:
Dad: I meant to call you last night.
Me: Oh, that’s all right, today is my birthday.
Dad: Oh, what day is it?
Me: The 29th.
Dad: And when did you say your birthday is?
Dad: And what’s the date today?
Me: The 29th.
It was one of those conversations where you have to laugh about it later with siblings, because otherwise you might have to cry.
I have to admit, though, that even I didn’t remember it was my birthday until nearly noon. Such is the course of my days lately.
But then I got a really awesome present, although it wasn’t technically a present at all. Lately I’ve dreaded spending time in my office because it’s so cold – often in the low 60s, and I am a tender creature. A colleague told me that there are space heaters available for our offices, and she gave me one. I plugged it in, cranked it up to high, closed my office door, and just basked in it.
Later, my older son’s soccer team played their first game, and all of a sudden these fourth-graders are playing real soccer! With clever passing, good position play, and generally amazing teamwork! I said it was the most fun I’ve had watching soccer since Germany nearly made the finals of the 2006 World Cup – and I meant it.
Now my work is done and the champagne is cold. That is all I have to say, until I’m one day older again.