Fact: In China, a newborn is considered age 1. Thus, a one-year-old in the West and most other parts of the world would be aged two years in China.
Today many, many, many, many, many, moons ago, Mary came to us! Sometimes I see it in my mind. How scary it must have been to be born in a cave with the sound of dinosaurs ravaging the forest for food just a few yards away! Mary was brave.
I asked Mary if she felt old. She said, “Sometimes! When I went to the antique auction last week, three people bid on me!”
The first order of business was to go to the gym and do our hour workout so we can stay healthy. When Mary got out of the car, I thought she had dropped a cereal box, but it was just the newly developed (since midnight) “snap, crackle, and pop” sounds of the old bones.
I assisted her to the door and guided her to the first exercise machine. She did well as everything began to loosen up from that point forward. By the end of the session and the eight exercise machines later, Mary was so loose that things were starting to fall off! Needless to say, I assisted her to the car and helped her get inside. (I am going to pay for this!)
Returning home, we fed Scout the wonder dog. He has a message for mommy!
We refreshed ourselves and took off at 11:00 AM for the bank and the Santa Ana Elks! We had a good-sized group today, and Ronnie dropped by and learned about the birthday. Ronnie belted our seventeen choruses of The Happy Birthday Song, and he was still singing when we departed an hour later.
We all had a great time. Girls Night Out has been going on now for two years, and we seldom miss going to visit our friends.
Bob assisted me in keeping Mary giggling! He was quite a gentleman and found Mary a tall glass for her false teeth. It was a little odd because those teeth kept staring at me while she gummer her soft food.
Ronnie told us a story and gave Mary a bouquet; he is a good friend!
Back home, we re-freshened up, and Mary put on her new birthday dress. We walked the yard examining the veggies and making a mental list of what we have to do this weekend. Now that Mary is up in years, I plan to provide her with a walking stick. Oh, not to walk but to bop me over the head should I misbehave!
At 5:15 PM, we took off to see David and Dianne. Dianne cooked up Mary’s favorite meal, Veal Piccata. It was delightful! Our hosts provided us with generous portions of our favorite wine, Two Buck Chuck! We talked and giggled and solved the world’s problems again!
Now that Mary is a little older, I cut up her dessert into bite-sized portions. Strawberry shortcake. Yummy!!
Confucius say… wise man makes sure that his wife’s birthday cake is short one candle.
Our chef did a magnificent job. I told her, “I’m no cook; when I want lemon on chicken, I spray it with Pledge.”
It was time to go home after a lovely meal and a lot of banter back and forth!
I assisted Mary down the stairs and into the car. After three glasses of wine, I did not hear the now-normal “snap, crackle and pop” as she entered the car.