I had a really good birthday. First I tried Pho for the first time. It was very good and my two nieces and sister enjoyed the meal with me. We laughed and had some decent conversations about family and everything else.
I had Thai tea. They also had boba tea which I’ve wanted to try since over ten years or more.
I dressed up in my flag bearing clothes on an extremely humid and hot day. The new jeans I had purchased were thicker than the average pair of jeans.
I supposed I had had enough. I could have stared at the sky for hours watching the cumulus clouds form in the distance. I wished for a misting waterfall nearby where I could feel some relief and also stare at the storms forming in the south.
I wanted more ice cream and started driving towards Sun Prairie. But I wasn’t thinking how far it would be and how many more hours we’d be away from home if we went there.
My father called me while a huge storm raged next to him, and because of the rain I had to shout for him to hear me. My nephew texted. As did my nieces in the Pacific Northwest, Milwaukee, and a different suburb. My aunt texted and I cried a little. My childhood friend I’ve known since 4th grade sent me a birthday text.
I felt loved. I thought everyone would have forgotten about me since I’m no longer on the most popular social media network in the world. But I wasn’t. I was unable to make a decision about my birthday dinner and gasto-intestinal accelerated digestion aggravated my decision making process. So it was Five Guys instead of frozen pizzas from the freezer. More custard and B stuck a candle in the peanut butter collision large sundae. It was a well rounded really nice birthday. I had temporarily forgotten what the rest of my life was about and was only focusing on being in the moment. Then I had that dream again and that was a freshly wrapped box of pleasures. The desire so close I was floating trying to tread so lightly; it was the only way I could figure out how to get what I wanted so-so badly.