Today’s my dad’s birthday and I’m flooded with memories. My father never wanted us to make a big deal of his birthday. He never wanted to be the centre of attention and, as for surprise parties, he was not a fan.
My mother and I respected his wishes up to a point. We never even thought about throwing him a surprise party or any other kind of party. We did, however, insist on a small celebration — either just the three of us or a very small group of our immediate family — either at our house or at a restaurant. But there was never a Continue reading →
I ‘celebrated’ my birthday this week. On Wednesday. I waited until it was safely over to mention it. Hate making a big deal of it. And not being such a lover of either attention or sweets, my preference has always been to avoid the cake and candles bit. Especially now.
With the number of candles I’d need, once they were lit, it would look like a minor forest fire. And I don’t honestly know if I still have the lung capacity to blow them out. At least all at once. Call in the fire fighters!
Never mind. It was grand. And it turned out to be a two-day affair. Some work in the morning, some pampering in the afternoon and dinner with a friend on Wednesday. Work during the day on Thursday. Dinner, drinks, jazz and blues on Thursday night.