Yesterday was my son’s birthday—he turned 33 years old and he spent yesterday, his birthday, which is also his day off, cleaning house, watching his daughter and mowing my lawn—which mark has gotten in to the habit of mowing each Wednesday. Dianne was shocked that no celebration of any kind had been planned—at least that we hear of. When Dianne heard this she threw the left over sloppy joe, we had out about to micro-wave for dinner, back into the fridge and we went out to dinner at our favorite artery clogging Mexican restaurant.
Mark did not seem to mind that nothing was being done to honor his B-DAY and granted he received a bunch of well wishes on his Face Book account but FB is not the same as have the warmth of your family surrounding as you blow the candles out on your very own birth day cake. I have to take my lumps because I am part of the crowd who did nothing. I was going to offer to do something when I was sure that Mark had the time—Mark works a schedule which make it difficult for people to get together on. Still, it sounds like I am making excuses, which I suppose I am. I left messages on his cell—birthday messages, and I wrote on his FB wall, birthday messages and later I did manage to tell Mark over the phone “happy birthday” and I was welling to let it go at that. Dianne would not have any of this Birthday apathy BS—not one bit. She had me call mark again and find out weather he had had dinner or not. When I got hold of the 33 year old, he and Jasmine were on heir way to fin some dinner meaning a drive-thru of one kind or another. We basically demanded that we let us take them to dinner. I wore him down( I knew how) and met Mark and Jasmine over at Restaurant Morelia.
We had a great meal ( this was the second meal for us at Restaurant Morelia in the same week—we have sworn off the place now till at least December) some good conversation and a good time being together. But it was a bi forced. Mark, I could tell wanted to get back to our yard, Jasmine like any five year old wanted to be anywhere but there at that moment. I am still intending on getting a small gift for my son just acknowledge our relationship and to thank him or all the work and support he has been to us in the past couple of years. Mark says he does not need anything but still I know how I would feel if my birthday had been completely overlooked by those closest to me.
Mark and Jasmine stopped by the house following dinner and Mark mowed the front and back yard and Jasmine and I made outdoor art with sidewalk chalk.
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