I just wanted to write a few words about the little celebration we had for our March babies last weekend. Saturday night, March 18, 2006. I never wrote anything about it, and even with all the silliness that I write about here, part of the reason I do this blog is to keep a, albeit irregular, record of what goes on around here.
We have some very good friends who we celebrate birthdays with each month. We always get together and give gifts to each other and eat a little cake, and drink a little wine or beer, and play some sort of game: cards, scrabble, etc. It's very simple and lots of fun, and not to be philosophical or anything, but it's a way to celebrate life.......Ok........ and to get some good cake.
This month it was at my house because Herman is one of the March babies. Mike was the youngest at 35, Maria came in second at 40 something and Herm took the prize for the most years, weighing in at 59. I told Mike that it made me feel old to know I had changed the diapers of someone who is celebrating his 35th birthday. Bec had a few funny things to say about that. I won't write them here.
The eats were very simple: a new dip that I tried with chips, a birthday cake and Patsy made a great fruit platter.....oh, we couldn't believe how good the watermelon was. You would have thought it was July. The pineapple was stupendous too. We all raved so much about the watermelon, but I thought the pineapple was fantastic too.
Maria and Doug brought a baby afghan that Maria had knitted for our soon to be granddaughter. It was so soft and beautiful. Thanks, Maria and Doug.
Herman got some wonderful gifts. Maria gave him a bottle of French wine and a couple of bottles of olive oil. One was for dipping bread and the other was a lemon olive oil that will be great on salads. He loves that kind of thing. Patsy gave him a garden statue......a very cute duck that he loved, and Jacob gave him a wind chime that has a little blue bird that flaps his wings when the wind blows.
The wind chime is a smaller version of the big blue bird...bird feeder he gave him for Christmas. You have to see this bird feeder. I'll post a picture. Patsy said Jacob picked it out himself. He thought it was beautiful. Bec thinks it's the ugliest thing she's ever seen. Herman is crazy about it because Jacob picked it out. (And truth be known, I believe Herman and Jacob have similar taste in such things.) They fill it with seed every time Jacob comes over, which is at least once a week, usually more. Herman put the wind chimes right outside the kitchen window so we can easily see the smaller, yet more tasteful, version of the big blue bird.
We had two spills while playing scrabble. Doug spilled his beer and within five minutes I spilled my coffee. Each time was rather dramatic. They were not the simple little spills that can be dabbed up with a cocktail napkin. Oh no, not that easy. Each time the liquid flew, and ran and spread over the entire table, running all over the place faster than we could catch it, everyone pushing their chairs back, and exclaiming and laughing. We take our laughs where we can get them.
What can be better than celebrating the passing years of a good life with good friends? Nothing............well, except maybe..................................birthday cake. Yes, birthday cake is pretty close. Yep!
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