A Day of Celebration
I hardly know where to begin my celebration. It is the Chinese New Year Ė the year of the Pig. It is also the International Tango Day, but most importantly, it is Mmmmís birthday. He never wants to do anything spectacular. If I would have a surprise party for him, the surprise would probably be that he would go to his room and not come out. I fixed him waffles with berries and whipped cream for breakfast. Kay and Gary sent a GPS unit to keep him from getting lost. (I will love it.) There were phone calls and cards. That is about as much celebration as he would like.
There were two years when we did do something special. He did know about them, though. He doesnít do surprises. In 1960 on February 18 we landed in Shannon International Airport and began our first trip to Europe. We had a spectacular time and still recall much of that trip very fondly. The second celebration was when we went on an African Safari. On that trip we celebrated both his birthday and our 50th wedding anniversary. It was absolutely great fun.
We donít tango. First, I have what is known as Baptist Feet. They donít move in time to music. Secondly, we are both too old to endanger ourselves and we donít want to end up with broken hips or knees or other bones. The tango celebration will have to be left to others.
Then there is the Chinese New Year - the Year of the Pig. According to the Chinese Horoscope, I was born in the year of the Horse and Mmmm was born in the year of the Rat. They are very incompatible and do not get along at all. They should never get married. Wish we had known that 52 years ago.
To celebrate, I think I will have pork chops for dinner.
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