Well, for someone who truly didn’t want to celebrate, I was feted like a queen, all with things I love: books, flowers, a Panera card, Oreos and money along with a mezuzah for my front door. Yes, a shiksa with her very own mezuzah.
Mimi, my former neighbor, sent me 62 dollars in singles…to celebrate every year of your precious life, the card said. They tumbled from the envelope like Monopoly money, all new bills, having to sit down, I was laughing so hard, not to mention, quite touched.
My friend Bill, though it was understood it was not a birthday celebration, came for dinner bringing me two books of essays, along with cookies and the spiffiest photo of Ulysses S. Grant a girl could ever wish for.
Casper, a canary I know from Jersey, sent me a check, with a note saying, go out and buy yourself a little something Cupcake. Now is that a classy bird or what? It came right alongside Cooper, the Golden Retriever’s, Starbucks card that said…next one’s on me…woof.
But what really got to me were the three people, blog readers I’ve never met, who sent me their good wishes. Bright pink Azaleas from England, a book on writing and handmade placemats and napkins with my initials. All of Connecticut cheered.
For someone who wasn’t celebrating, I had a helluva day.