Pandemic Birthday

It has arrived and it is glorious. Well, is it? I woke up later than normal with the sun in my eyes blinding me, and it was so warm in bed I needed to get up. I remember my mom saying it was so hot on the day I was born . I think it won't hit a record today but it might be close. As I write this quick snippet of my day, names keep flashing by the top of my screen in the notification column and am surprised at the history I have had. I have obviously affected people in a positive way to have them wish me happiness on my birthday. Most of these names have been from my previous jobs, and as a kitchen manager, I have trained so many people, at my age, I am known to forget a face or two. Happily, they haven't and I feel blessed to know they remember me.

Do I feel old? Well, my body does, osteoarthritis picking off joint after joint, but I persevere and keep getting up every day. I try to make everyone laugh and as you can see from my choice of picture above, I will never stop. Hopefully today will be full of laughs and love. Sunshine and fresh air is a must. This pandemic has made the pressure of a party and self-focus a bust, which for me is a plus. No heavy drinking, with a list of drinks behind the bar from all of my friends, nevermind the crazy birthday shots, and better yet no hangover! Covid-19 has taken a toll on my industry that focuses on fun, but that won't stop birthdays for anyone, me included.

Mother's Day is tomorrow and of course, I will remember her as I always, unable to shake the remarkable similar resemblance. She told me that she gained so much weight with me that she could hardly walk. Wow, thanks Mom.

Snapshots of my baby book...My hair colour is the same...well without the grays. I was a big baby (9lbs 7oz) and not 10 lbs 11 oz as I was told, no doubt an exaggeration due to how much weight my slight mother gained carrying me. A prime time baby (10:42pm) to boot, explaining why I stay up so late perhaps. I was a rollie pollie kiddo that couldn't walk until I was almost 15 months old ... chubbers. Anyways, I thought I'd peruse my baby book for a minute.

I hope to have a great day, I better get a move on... Talk soon, Cheers.

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