“God gave us the gift of life; it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well.”
Today I am grateful to my parents and God for giving me life.
It’s my birthday!
Presents and niceties are not required, but deeply appreciated.
I’m not celebrating too much today as I’ll be at work and have nothing planned for the evening hours.
My birthday celebration occurred this past weekend. Although Saturday was fall-ish cool, it was beautifully sunny and that prompted me to go for a walk on one of the prettiest trails in the Fox Cities, the Trestle Trail. It starts at Fritse Park, at the edge of Little Lake Butte des Morts. Close to work, I can drive over to take a quick walk at lunchtime or meditate while quietly sitting on one of the park’s benches.
Worthy of a deep breath and yogi OM or two…
On Saturday evening, Natasha treated me to dinner at a local supper club that specializes in steak. Guess what I had to eat? We hung out at the piano bar afterward and Mr. Piano Man shocked us. He performed “Highway to Hell” by AC/DC at my request. Then he rattled the keys for “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey at Natasha’s request. As the piano bar’s songbook reflected oldies, show tunes, and stuff my mom and dad would know, we made these requests thinking they would never happen. We were wrong! Dude rocked it out, continuing on with a fabulous rendition of “Great Balls of Fire.”
After we sang our last song and danced a polka in the bar (sober), Natasha and I stopped at a venue where we thought there might be karaoke.
Nope. No singing, just the Wisconsin Badger football game on at least a dozen TV screens. Oh well, we had a drink and were contemplating other possible shenanigans when a young man spoke my name. My married name. I looked at him and went blank. He spoke my married name again. I spoke my current name. I was still blank. Blank as a white sheet of paper taped to a white wall.
Then he spoke HIS name.
Oh Lordy, I couldn’t believe it! When I was married, we were good friends with his mom and dad. I had not seen him since he was 12 or 13 years old. About 25 years ago. The hat and the beard threw me. Needless to say, we hugged and hugged and smiled and smiled, remembered the past and embraced the present. This was a birthday present I will not soon forget. My heart is still warm and fuzzy and I hope to not wait another 25 year before we meet up again.
PS: He said he recognized me because “you haven’t changed.” Thank you for that. Your tip is in the mail.
Sunday came along and so did a bike ride with friends on the Fox River Trail in Green Bay. While the city’s football team was not having a good afternoon, I was pedaling past blue water, large expensive homes, trees of early fall and other like-minded trail enthusiasts. That is, after I had to make a trip to the bike shop to get a flat tire fixed. Not sure what happened – the tire was fine when we left Appleton, but flat as a pancake when we arrived in Green Bay. No worries, though, the bike shop was mere minutes away and it took about 10 minutes to change the innertube. Disaster averted! We were soon back on the bikes and enjoying the last vestiges (and 15 miles) of riding weather. The evening ended with dinner at Titletown Brewing Company and a ride home to a gorgeous orange sunset.
Although I didn’t get much done in terms of responsible “adulting” over the weekend, it’s hard to say “no” to birthday fun and the wonderful gifts that come with living life to its fullest.
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