It wasn’t quite the day I had planned so it’s a good thing I’m old enough to have learnt you’ve got to roll with the punches. Not that any of the “punches” were significant in the bigger picture but none of them were in my “plan” for my birthday.
For about the last 20 years I have always taken a vacation day on my birthday and treated it like a mini staycation focused on the things I love.
I took the vacation day and then the story changed. I got unexpectedly called away Monday and Tuesday so that meant today became catch up day. I spent the morning doing a signficant amount of housework; not something I usually mind but today on my birthday I did initially. Then I remembered how blessed I am to live in this big old rambling place and that four floors mean lots of stairs and cardio.
After a quick lunch I then spent almost 2 hours at a meeting. Not a fun meeting although perhaps those words are actually a oxymoron. In my volunteer life, for the past 28 years, I’ve been focused on ensuring that the history behind the Saskatoon Forestry Farm Park and Zoo doesn’t become lost. Now on the 3rd manager and now the 3rd master plan I’ve listened to a lot of rhetoric over the years. It’s always been a challenge to keep the park intact and now we are also going to add keeping it affordable and open to the public. There are many long stories and lots of background material but not here and not now. It’s enough that I gave up my usual fun free time today without rehashing it for long here.
Then I moved onward to a physiotherapy appointment. Again not something I would usually schedule for January 16th but I did because, hey next week ends my coverage! So off I went in hopes that this time we will win the battle my body and the snow shoe had last February. Perhaps a little closer or so I like to believe because otherwise the pain would have been for nothing!
Then it was home in time for a family supper; the true highlight of the day. How blessed I am that my children and spouses live near by and come for supper when asked, even on a weekday. We also hosted my cousin, her spouse and my momma. The food was good and the cake was outstanding! Black chocolate turtle cake by Little A’s momma. The salted caramel sauce oh la la!
Little A stole the show like usual and is the apple of the eye of every one of us here. She keeps us entertained until it’s bedtime. When it’s home time she is usually DONE but we all got kisses; except the dogs.
The crew remaining made short work of the dishes. I am generally on “put away” duty because it’s my house. Which is when the evening went crashing. As in my cake platter, given to me in 1985 when I left Labour and Delivery for the OR, onto the floor. Straight out of the box that has always protected it.
It’s kind of like Sadie and the Snow Man. It was a really good cake platter and it lasted a really long time. Unlike the snow man it isn’t able to be reshaped and put into the freezer to reform. Perhaps though I can take some OR gift money and buy a new one that will hold new memories of both L & D plus the OR.
Always roll with the punches and look for the positives. Especially when it’s all minor stuff and as my other half said; no one actually punched me. One of the life lessons I’ve learnt in 60 years. Perhaps tomorrow will have sunshine and fair sailing.