Yesterday’s birthday was pretty low key. I’m so consumed with trying to help my youngest finish up his high school career (as well as with my work) that there is little mind power left to even think about a birthday. I asked him if for my birthday he could try to get out of the house on time, but instead I got to work even later than usual. Thank goodness for a flexible workplace.
On the way to dropping him off at school, I was stuck at an endless (malfunctioning) traffic light. While my light remained red, the light on the larger street remained green, briefly going to yellow and then red before immediately going back to green… over and over. With cars to the right, behind, and across the street from me, I finally did the only thing I could. I made an illegal left turn on a red light onto a 4-lane street, while saying to my son, “Don’t ever do this!” Luckily, we survived and I called in the malfunction to the city.
I finally managed to get a bit into the birthday spirit when my colleagues surprised me with a cake (chocolate of course) and even sang “Happy Birthday”. They had signed a pretty card, too. A little later, my boss surprised me with some beautiful flowers and my second-in-command gave me chocolate fountain socks! (Funny, I had just been saying to another colleague earlier in the day that we should have a chocolate fountain at our big staff meeting in July!)
The best gift, though, was when one of my male colleagues in his mid/late thirties tried to guess my age. “How old is your son again?” he asked, and then was surprised that my older one is 24. He said, “Well, I figured late forties, but I guess then you must be early fifties.” Given that I turned 59 yesterday, the “No way!” when I told him that made me feel pretty good. Still got it! (No, that is definitely NOT me in the picture. This one, the traffic light and the bemused guinea pig are from Pixabay.)
I had asked my husband to barbecue some steaks, so he found some T-bones on sale and paired it with asparagus (my fave) and some small potatoes roasted in olive oil, salt, and garlic. Delicious.
My older son gave me a gift card for a clothing store I like, which means I have a shopping trip in my future! (Maybe I should try to shed some poundage first.) My husband, though, was apparently too busy to get me a present. Humph. Well, at least he got me a card and a bunch of flowers. (Present may come later.)
On the weekend, as part of my birthday celebration, we’re going to try a French seafood restaurant we haven’t been to before. It’s on the waterfront, but of course it’s supposed to be raining again by then. Oh well. At least the weather was nice on my birthday.