Birthday blues
Wednesday, September 27th, 2006 11:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouIt's been an interesting day. Well, at least the part I was awake for, that is. It's ragweed and fall elm season, so my allergies are going nuts, and even though the drought has knocked back the ragweed somewhat, there's still enough pollen around to make my lungs try to implode. So, I'm dosed up to my eyeballs with my back-up antihistime, Benadryl (and by the way, the taste of the cherry flavored Benadryl is absolutely appalling, to the point where I seriously wonder if this regular breathing thing is all its cracked up to be. Hey, I can live on less oxygen... right? Right?). The formula seems to have been changed, because where before it may have made me a little drowsy, now it drops me in my tracks like I've been clubbed by a nightstick! So I have spent the last two days in either a stupor, or deep sleep. Fun times!
Still, it's my birthday today, and so I have received cards, and phone calls... at least, while I was awake. It's not officially my birthday until my dad sings "Happy Birthday" to me in his own special way, which is really goofy, but hey, he's old, he can do what he likes. If he wants to sing "Happy Birthday" like a very bad Bing Crosby, that's just fine with me! We haven't always gotten along, and our relationship is at best, complicated, but I understand him better now than I once did. So... if he wants to sing "Happy Birthday" to me, I'll listen, and laugh, and wonder what the heck I'm gonna do when he's gone. Count backwards perhaps? Refuse to age any further? Hey, sounds like a plan to me!
My mother-in-law called to trill "Happy Birthday" in my ear as well, and I smiled, and thanked her, and chatted a bit. We get along well enough, for which I am grateful, having seen what my sisters go through with their M-I-L's. I am also Southern enough to recognize her vague criticisms for what they are, and blithely ignore them, chatting cheerfully with her, and heaving a big sigh of relief when I hang up the phone. Love her to pieces, but oh, she can drive me nuts!
So, now I go off to bed, another year older, hopefully another year wiser, with a few more silver hairs on my head, and a few more laugh crinkles around my eyes. Hey, it's MY roadmap, and I can crinkle it any way I like!
love,
Auntie
Still, it's my birthday today, and so I have received cards, and phone calls... at least, while I was awake. It's not officially my birthday until my dad sings "Happy Birthday" to me in his own special way, which is really goofy, but hey, he's old, he can do what he likes. If he wants to sing "Happy Birthday" like a very bad Bing Crosby, that's just fine with me! We haven't always gotten along, and our relationship is at best, complicated, but I understand him better now than I once did. So... if he wants to sing "Happy Birthday" to me, I'll listen, and laugh, and wonder what the heck I'm gonna do when he's gone. Count backwards perhaps? Refuse to age any further? Hey, sounds like a plan to me!
My mother-in-law called to trill "Happy Birthday" in my ear as well, and I smiled, and thanked her, and chatted a bit. We get along well enough, for which I am grateful, having seen what my sisters go through with their M-I-L's. I am also Southern enough to recognize her vague criticisms for what they are, and blithely ignore them, chatting cheerfully with her, and heaving a big sigh of relief when I hang up the phone. Love her to pieces, but oh, she can drive me nuts!
So, now I go off to bed, another year older, hopefully another year wiser, with a few more silver hairs on my head, and a few more laugh crinkles around my eyes. Hey, it's MY roadmap, and I can crinkle it any way I like!
love,
Auntie
