Last week or so I wrote an essay on lies. I had detected one from a family member and among other things wanted to say that “white lies” are OK in service of doing good. Little did I know how close to home that would get. As many of you know, my birthday (woody 7.0) was last week. I ferreted around a bit where I was told I shouldn’t go and found a suspicious sum of money spent. I figured it was for a surprise laptop. On Thursday Sally told me “The tracking # says it will be delivered on Friday”. (I of course denied any hint of knowing of what was arriving, but I was sure it was a laptop.) She comes home from work on Friday afternoon and what do I see? Two strange men getting out of the car. What the hell? (Sanitized version)Remember Desert Storm II? Shock and Awe? I had both, and great joy. She had arranged to have my son and his husband (yes, legally married, so there) fly in for my birthday. From Iowa!!! Thoughts of prezzies of a lesser kind fled in the face of seeing their happy faces. What a gigantic surprise.("He Had Wrinkles from Smiling") What a bunch of white lies leading up to it. After a lot of hugging and all talking at once I asked if Hal and Cori (other son and wife, legally married) were coming. Yes was the answer, and a few other friends for a jam up birthday dinner Saturday.
I will tell the truth here: I was totally and utterly caught by surprise and thrilled in a way that no other present could bring. My present was my family, and some friends to help enjoy with.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
And thanks to the more that 30 Facebook friends that sent good vibes my way for the 70ith. You didn’t get to the party, but you were not far from my heart.
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