Saturday, July 27, 2013

Happy Birthday To Me

Happy Birthday to me! It has been a very good day. Started off very early with breakfast at site 42. I got up and whipped up fresh biscuits for April's sausage gravy. Andrea had egg duty and Ginger and Tim made hash browns. Sausage and bacon from April, along with that yummy gravy. All I cared about was the coffee. Enough food for an army of hungry campers.

This same group of rabble rousers made dinner for me on Wednesday, complete with a birthday cake and off-key serenading. Sorry, Tim, but you really shouldn't try to sing! I felt very loved! The food was fantastic, but the fellowship was even better.

After breakfast at the crack of dawn (thanks, DJ), I sipped another cup of coffee and watched the rain. I decided that I wanted to tackle a garden bed in the light drizzle and went out and did just that. As I have mentioned before, rain means a day off for me. The pool is closed. I was happily pulling weeds and digging holes to transplant tiny seedlings when it started to really rain.

I came inside and scooped up my little Cujo and snuck off to my bed with Wall-E following. I decided a little nap was in order for a lady in her 60th year. I snuggled on the bed with my canine babies and turned on the TV to watch a movie. It was about ........ I actually have no idea. I fell right to sleep and slept until after noon!

I checked e-mail for reservations and then wandered over to Facebook and read all my birthday wishes. Then I planted myself in my desk chair and listened to an audio book while I put together a puzzle and answered the phone and checked in campers. So strenuous, my day.

Then the most amazing thing happened! My 18 year old grandson called me!!! Brought tears to my eyes when I heard his sweet voice telling me happy birthday and that he loved me. I can still feel his little hand in mine as we walked into the hospital to meet his baby sister for the first time, and I can still see his sweet face when his hand was broken playing baseball, asking me if it would hurt to have the bone reset. My sweet, sensitive grandson grew into the most annoying of all creatures ......... the teenager. But, today, I discovered that he is still in there, just waiting to reappear. The little boy I have always loved!

Topped off the day with having my dinner delivered by my husband, along with the mail he had forgotten to give me! My sweet Martha, for whom the boy cat was named, gifted me with a delicate silver bracelet. I have it on my wrist this very moment. I love it! So sweet, Martha and Tom.

Over the many years of being married to He Who has been known to give me a gift that he wants for himself, I have learned to ask for what I want and to be very specific. There have been times when I have actually purchased my own gift, but that is a lot of trouble to go through and I was busy weeding and napping this day of my birth celebration.

I am well known for being practical and thrifty (I have been called cheap). I have been complaining about my mower for some time (all season) now. To start it, I am told to use the choke, then, instead of simply pulling the bar on the handle and pulling the cord, ..... pull the cord three times (to get fuel into the gas line), then hold the bar down and pull the cord. After about five rotations of this it will sometimes start.

I am sure this is not good for my blood pressure. Especially when I fail to start it. I gave He Who wants to buy gifts for me, but never knows what to get, two choices. A mower that starts on the first try. Nothing fancy, mind you. Just want it to actually start up when I pull the cord. Or ....... mulch. Not a mere bag, or even 10 bags. I want a dump truck full.

I got a mower. No buttons to push, no complicated maneuvers that may or may not work. This bad boy starts right up! Has more than one speed! Is self propelled! He did good ....... I am still longing for mulch, though.

I am now content to drift off to sleep while humming "happy birthday to me".


Brian Miller said...

happy birthday to you! what a birthday breakfast eh? mmm biscuits and have me hungry here...smiles on your mower...i need a new one...mine blew up this week....

Joanne Noragon said...

Indeed happy birthday to you. A great day.

Kathy G said...

Seems to me you should be able to do ANYTHING you want to on your birthday. Sounds like yours was a good one. Happy Mowing!

Val said...

Aren't you a hearty partier! That sounds like the best birthday ever. Food, coffee, good friends, nap, birthday wishes, a call from a loved one, and gifts (including one you specifically asked for).

Happy Birthday to you!

Anonymous said...

Glad you had a good celebration for your 60th. Best wishes.

ellen abbott said...

Happy birthday. Sounds like you had a good one.

Pat said...

Happy Birthday! Sounds like a perfect day!

Linda O'Connell said...

Happy birthday Kathy. It sounds to me like that campground of yours has some real party people :)

SkippyMom said...

What a wonderful birthday and a FABU present in your Grandson's call plus a mower? Dang girlie - you are rockin' 60. If I didn't know how old your kids and grandkids were I wouldn't believe you are 60. You are looking great.

I wish I could send you a truckload a mulch - but please allow a very heartfelt "Happy Birthday" to one of my favorite people suffice for now? You are the best. Glad you had such a great day.

Now, go mow something. heehee