Some birthdays are difficult (those ending in “0,” for example) and some are simply glorious. Mine, yesterday, was the latter, in spite of the limitations placed on celebrating by COVID and its enabler in the White House. Isolation is generally not a good fit for celebration.
It was a day that brimmed with internet good wishes, cell phone congratulations and even an evening visit from my good and great friend, Susan, who bore gifts and blamed me for their excess. I tend to over-give and she said she was “just being Dan Smith” for a bit. I was touched and honored, especially with the glorious summer tomato the size of a small canteloupe.
My Margie opened my day as I looked at a sweet greeting through bleary eyes as the sun came up and from there, it was a constant thread from people I know well and those I don’t. I got messages from two sisters, Becky and Judy, and my brother, Sandy, as well as my son’s entire family (his wife, Kara, is making me a couple of facemasks). My daughter was typically elusive, focusing on her own stuff.
It was a day of exceeding goals: my weight dropped below my birthday goal of 200 pounds (to 199.6) and my Facebook Birthday Fundraiser for the Southern Poverty Law Center, whose goal was $500, is sitting today at $720.
The Roanoker published a lovely little story I wrote about Venus Williams visiting Dina Inbriani’s Mountain Shepherd Adventure GEMS1 group of young teen girls (here) and my piece on Roanoke writer Dwayne Yancey appeared in FRONT magazine.
Oh, and I got the lawn mowed, despite the Texas-like temperatures.
Good day. Really good day.