The Bologna Blog

Birthday

It was quite the strangest of Birthdays. It wasn't exactly bad, just different. Cheerfully, my family woke up and remembered the day and wished me well in person or by phone calls.The excitement started with my husband calling me from work to tell me that the van had been rear-ended and the driver had left the scene. Thankfully, he was okay but being the wild man that he is, he chased the driver. Luckily, he didn't catch him or as I tried to tell him this could have been a much worse scenario as witnessed on the nightly news. Vehicles are replaceable. Next up, was the rain, an incredible amount poured down quickly. Our town was swamped, with all roads in and out of town flooded. I could not even back out of my driveway without encountering at least 6 inches of flowing waters. Luckily, I live in the middle of the street and at the highest point. People were moving their cars to our house for safety. I originally had plans for lunch with my sisters, but had to cancel. The roads did not start receding until 1 p.m.. WE made the news, the water was so intense. My son and I partied quietly at home by binge-watching one of our favorite shows. It was good spending time with him. Because of the weather, we chose a restaurant in town for our dinner, with my husband in attendance. We called the restaurant for reservations with them telling us they didn't close til 9. But upon arrival @ 7:45, they told us they actually close at 8. We chose a different spot in town but our first choices for food were unavailable. I had my heart set on country-fried steak but apparently there is a shortage. We had our meal and it was quite good just not what I had a craving for. I did get my strawberry daquiri to quench my thirst. As I said it was a strange day, but it didn't matter. Somewhere along the line, yesterday I realized that I had all of the important elements of a good birthday. I had people that care about me reaching out with well wishes. My family was safe and accounted for. I had the freedom to go to a restaurant to celebrate once again.There are small signs that life may sometime soon return to normal.I choose to see the good and kind acts people commit, instead of the hatred that exists My loved ones are happy and healthy. I have two really cute pooches that kiss me endlessly, despite the virus. So as I get older, I choose to make everyday a celebration instead of focusing on just one day. Life is just to short and hurried to do otherwise.