In the course of a year, there are some days in our lives
which deserve special attention. They
merit the use of ink of a different color.
They are annual milestones.
Birthdays are such days. Most of
us remember a small handful of birthdays, but what if we could go back and
revisit all of them over the years. Like
links in a chain, the diamonds and rubies and sapphires of our birthdays
sparkle fresh when we revisit them in our journals. That is what I’m doing. Today, July 15, is my birthday, and I’m taking
a birthday journey through my journals, and you are invited to come along, too.
·
2002 – “I had a dream … I was on a trip
in the dark to some remote place: cold, rough log road, raining, rude, crude,
muddy. I arrive, thinking it’s going to
have a great outcome (gold, diamonds, treasure, whatever), but things just get
worse, and the sun never shines.
Finally, after a time, I decide to “throw in the towel” and get
out. Then the real trouble starts. The trip back is one rip-off after the next,
little food, nothing left. I find I
can’t go forward; I can’t go back; I should never have come; I should never
have left Then my dream speaks to me, ‘Sometimes
we don’t know when we’re already ahead.’
Smart dream! Later I celebrated
with butter-pecan ice cream for dessert.
It’s my birthday!”
·
2003 – “There were cherries for breakfast
this morning and birthday cards from my sister and brother. A friend sends a dish of paneer and spinach
for lunch, and a small scarf with a fringe. Another friend stops by with zucchini and
tomatoes from her garden for dinner. How
lovely it is to have family and friends!
I’m reading “The Feast of Roses” by Indu Sundassan, who also wrote “The
Twentieth Wife.””
·
2004 – “I woke and put safflower seeds in
the feeder for the cardinals. The family
arrives for a visit and we have dinner together followed by cold ice cream in
the hot summer air. The children doze
off to sleep while the adults chat, their voices quiet in the night. On the
porch, watching the stars and the fireflies.”
·
2005 – “I was given a gift of a “memory
mattress” for my back, tied with red ribbons.
A friend comes by with a miniature rose plant for the garden. The bougainvillea is in bloom. And there are phone calls during the evening
from the family about late arrivals for their visit this year. It’s the last full weekend before the rush back
to school begins.”
·
2006 – “My sister called me. She had just returned from the hospital there
they tried to get her ready for a procedure, except her blood vessels collapsed
and they could not get a blood sample.
She’s now home and resting on oxygen and feeling very low. . Her body is
shutting down. Is she going to beat
this? (Two days later, I call, and much
to my surprise, she was in really good spirits and said, “Happy Birthday!” in a
clear voice. Good things can happen.)”
·
2007 – (I’ve retired. We’re selling our house, packing, and
moving.) “General cleanup. Vacuum carpets. Clean grout, plumbing, and re-hang light
fixtures in the bathroom. Loading the
truck tomorrow. Family calls to say,
“Happy Birthday!” I’m so tired; I just
crawl onto an air mattress for the night.”
·
2008 – (In new house) “Letter from the State Historical Society to
say that our home is to be listed on the state and national public register
list of historical properties! What a
wonderful birthday present! We are
really very pleased. About mid-afternoon
I receive a phone call from the city confirming this status.”
·
2009 – “My birthday today. Hot! Hot! Hot! 100 degrees (F) due
today. Went to the Farmer’s market early
while it is cooler. Got a lot of fruits
and vegetables Lovely sweet
corn-on-the-cob for dinner. Then we went
over to the local sidewalk sale. I found
a small wooden shelf for $ .50 – it just fits on top of the baking
cabinet. In the evening I practice some
songs on the piano.”
·
2010 – “(104 degrees today) Up early to
get tasks done while it is cool. Water
the garden. Make a batch of spaghetti
sauce. Make a batch of rice for the
freezer. A bunch of birthday phone calls
in the evening from family and friends, which makes a nice end to the day.”
·
2011 – “For the first time since retiring
I’m sometimes feel like a ‘senior.’
Actually, I never thought I would live so long. My husband is also showing signs of aging:
arthritis, indigestion, back pain, irregular sleeping. Phone calls come in the evening, but it’s just
us, and it’s rather quiet this year.”
·
2012 – “Lots of time making hospital
visits. My husband is due home
tomorrow. He’s not at all well, but he
prefers to be home. I’ll be glad to have
more home time, too. (Note:: he died the
next month, in the kindest way possible, quickly, with no lingering pain.)
·
2013 – “My computer is down. Arrange for service with a local expert, who
does a very good job. Unit should be
back tomorrow. Birthday calls from
family, friends, and cards and calls from lots of people who want me to know
they care. I got through the day, and am
grateful for the people around me.
·
2014 – “It’s 12 years of birthday journal
entries above, and so much has changed.
I now teach classes in journaling and bookbinding. I design sets and costumes for the local
theater group, exhibit my design work locally, and am active with my garden and
my blog, with family and friends. The biggest
difference is that before, when I was working, I had to spend a lot of time and
energy doing things I hated. Now I still
spend a lot of time and energy, but it’s doing things I love.”
Some Words of Encouragement:
·
“There should be more to life than working … At
the end of the day, you know what that is: to love and be loved. Simply that.”
[Ref: At the End of The Day,
B. Neels.]
·
“You only get one life. You don’t get second chances.” [Ref: September, Rosamunde Pilcher, p. 486]
·
“Life is what happens to you when you are making
other plans.” [Ref: Song, John Lennon]
·
“The only differences that are of lasting
importance are the little differences that you make in the life of another
person.” [Ref: Richard Pimentel, the power behind the Americans with Disabilities
Act.]
·
“Yesterday’s history; tomorrow’s a mystery;
today is the present; every day is a gift.” [Ref: “Little Pink Slips,” Sally
Koslow, p. 27]
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