My birthday came and went. It was memorable.
I had indicated to Mom and Grasshopper No.3 that I finally knew what I wanted for Chrismas (see, I was thinking ahead). Usually I am asked and I don’t know of anything special. I wanted a new outdoor grill. I wanted the old one hauled away and a new grill assembled and put in place.
Well Christmas came early. Late on my birth date, Grasshopper No.3 handed me an instruction book for a new grill. The old grill disappeared. A new grill replaced it. It has the name “Weber” on it. It is shiny. It has a gauge to measure the fullness of the LP tank. It has a temperature gauge in the bonnet. It has multiple burners. You get the idea. I hope it will do brats. Special thank you to Mom and Grasshoppers No.3, No.4, and No.5.
Not to be outdone, I got a “care” package from Grasshopper No.1 and my favorite son-in-law filled with root beer barrels, corn nuts and assorted nuts, nuts and more nuts. The goodies will have to be hidden from the rest of the world or they will disappear quickly.
Grasshopper No.2 left me with nutritious, flavored water filled with natural “stuff”. The effort is to ween me off of aspartame. Clever, clever, clever. Devious, but clever.
I am now able to grill my own food with new equipment, indulge in equisite candy and nuts and drink healthy beverages. Suddenly I have a craving for pizza and a nice cold beer.
I did get two birthday cards on the my birthday. One was from my banker who is trying to figure out how to get me to pay for more services. The second was from my HMO featuring Wally A Pollop. Wally is a character with a hat. Wally is shown popping out of a colon and the card suggests that I need to investigate getting a colonoscopy check. There you have it. Two cards. Two organizations both trying to screw me over.
Thank you for the remembering. The birthday was indeed different.
Love,
Dad