Today is my Dad’s 83rd birthday. Mortality is on his mind from time to time, as I’m sure it would be if I were in my 80s. He said he woke up this morning and thought…I’m 83 today! I asked him if he told anyone up at the Sneior Center where he spends part of his days and he said he had…so maybe someone will wish him a happy birthday there, too.
I gave him a sentimental card, a box of chocolates (Whitman Sampler, haven’t seen those in years) and some cash…kind of a large amount, which he was going to take to the Senior Center with him. I was like…whoa…don’t take that much with you!
Tonight, we’re going out for dinner, not sure where, then tomorrow, my brother and I are taking him out to a nice Italian place for lunch. Then I go to get my hair cut and colored, and I gotta say…it’s waaaaaaaaaay past time. Got a skunk stripe going on…hot, eh?
What else…not much else going on. Oh, when we go out tomorrow, we’re going to talk about where to vacation this year. For Dad’s birthday, my brother and I are renting a vacation house for a week, maybe at the Cape, possibly Maine or maybe even Chincoteague. Anyone got any good ideas? It has to be dog friendly, as we don’t (I don’t) want to leave them behind. Dad’ll be happy wherever, I think. My brother thinks he doesn’t want to leave the comfort of home.