Happy New Year or whatever . . . .

. . . . . now back to me.

I have a milestone creeping up.


Friends have been checking in with husband and myself wondering what I'm doing for my birthday. 
The answer is: nothing (god willing).

Pay attention:
I want to be left alone but want to get lots of presents. Good ones. Not garbage. However it's been drawn to my attention, unless there's some sort of gathering the present thing may not happen. So what's more important? Some damn peace and quiet or 'things'? Good Question.

I've recommended a tasteful dinner for two at a restaurant I'm about 10 years late in visiting (not for lack of annually hinting and/or suggesting). We'll see what happens. 

The real test is: if I get what I want, people actually read my blog. It's a win win.



say, aren't you my daughter?

My Dad never calls me. That in itself should have been the tip off. The fact that it was the 26th of January should have also been an indicator*. 

To be clear: "Never calls me" means he never calls unless he's on assignment over seas - even better if said assignment involves a destination in civil unrest - and then it's only via a feeble Skype connection. He's a busy man. (see early blog post) Other than those handful of times per year, mum does the dialling like a dutiful secretary from the 50's. "Your father wants to talk to you." - hands off phone. 

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Having said all that, on Sunday when my dad rang I was slightly confused. When questioned about the uncharacteristic call his answer was; "Nothing. Just wanted to tell you about such and such." Our conversation continued for maybe 5 minutes. At which point I think I subconsciously registered the date and asked;

Me: ""Dad" (using air-quotes with no-one around), do you think it's my birthday?"

Dad: "Isn't it?"

Me (penny dropping): "Of course - It's the 26th! I KNEW there was a reason you were calling - You NEVER call."

Dad: "You think I'd know after 39 years?"

Me: "38 Dad."

I could hear my mom rolling her eyes in the background.

Punch line: it was not my birthday.

* For roughly exactly 38 years my beloved father has defaulted to either January 26th or February 4th when wishing me a Happy Birthday. My actual Birthday is today - the 29th of January. I share the day with Tom Selleck - which makes me very happy - also WC Fields who incidentally, is my favorite answer to all Trivial Pursuit questions.