Today (10/5) is John’s birthday. He’s at work right now, but I’ll be seeing him this evening. Happy birthday to my sweetheart! No big plans for the weekend; John is my polar opposite when it comes to birthdays. He hates the fanfare and the attention, while I suck it all up eagerly and want more. I think I’ve told this story before, but it’s classic John: Several years ago, I ordered a festive balloon bouquet to be delivered to him at his workplace. After the fact, he carefully said to me, “That was very sweet of you, and I appreciate it. Thank you, sweetie. Now please, never do anything like that again.”
It’s also rather challenging buying gifts for him, since he’s much more into giving presents than getting them. So I tend to stick to the three tried-and-true things I know he’ll always like: books, CDs (nope, he hasn’t gotten on the mp3 bandwagon yet), and shirts. He loves Ernest Hemingway (he says I write like Hemingway; I seriously doubt that), so I got him a biography about the man’s later life, which he spent much of on a beloved boat (and John is a sailing fanatic). I also got him some classical CDs. And I’ll try buying him dinner, but he probably won’t let me. (Yeah, I know. I should make him dinner. I should do a lot of things. Like learn how to enjoy cooking.)
Also, a belated greeting (from 10/4) to one of my favorite people ever, Danny Chrighton, my former play partner extraordinaire. A wonderful friend who saw right through me from the getgo, declaring that there was a soft center beneath my blustering and sarcastic exterior. While others say I’m strong, he was the first to call me fragile. He knew.
I miss you, D! I hope you had a huge slab of pecan pie and a bacon martini to celebrate.
For those who have been asking/wondering about Mr. D, I caught up with him today. His neighbor is now on 24-hour hospice at home. His mind is still sharp, but his body is slowly shutting down, so it’s a matter of time. Very sad.
Regarding next week, he gave me a choice: a limited time on Monday, or a longer time on Tuesday. I chose Tuesday. But I’m afraid to get my hopes up and count on it. So I’ll just say “we’ll see.”
To end on a happy note: Last night I was watching Late Night with Jimmy Fallon, and they did a spoof of the Romney/Obama debate, with the focus of the spoof being Jim Lehrer’s (the moderator) lame job of keeping control and enforcing the debate rules. So, this is completely non-partisan, I promise. But it made me laugh so hard, my stomach hurt. If you’d like to watch, it’s here. (Warning: it IS a bit on the rude side.) Enjoy, and have a great weekend, y’all.