My birthday was yesterday, Monday the 23rd.
I wanted to go to St. Anna for steak. It had to be on Sunday because Schwarz’s restaurant is closed on Mondays. Immediate family was included.
As usual, the steaks, prime ribs and other “stuff” was really good. I made the mistake of leaving our table during the meal. Somebody ordered a birthday cake. Yup, the whole routine. Flaming candles followed by singing a sick “Happy Birthday” song. As you can imagine, I was elated. I’m still looking for the person that ordered the cake.
The cake was placed in front of me with burning candles. My instruction was to make a wish (and if I blew out all three candles, my wish would come true). I took a long, long time before I blew the candles. I had lots of thoughts. Maybe I could wish to win the lottery. Maybe I could wish for good health. As I was thinking about making a wish, Grandson Tommy was getting impatient. He wanted me to cut the damn cake. Tommy’s advice was make a “wish for another wish”. That meant I didn’t have to think about my wish any more and I could cut the cake. I did wish for another wish. Tommy got to eat his cake. I made my new wish later that evening.
My wish had to do with my daily exercise routine. That very morning (Sunday) while I was walking, I began “wheezing” very bad, almost like an asthma attack or maybe a latent pnemonia. I admit it scared me. When I made my wish later that evening (the one that Tommy told me to delay), my choice was really simple. I didn’t want my wheezing episode to be the start of something more serious. I wished to return to “walk normal”. I got my wish. Tommy got his cake.
Your Mom made my birthday very special. I got two pots of home made chicken soup with dumplings (made with love) and a long, long foot rub. A special thank you goes out to my soul-mate. She is the best ever!
Love,
Dad