Another year older and deeper in debt perhaps? I think that goes back to an old Tennessee Ernie Ford song – which most of you probably don’t know and which makes you shake your heads and say things like “what is that old lady talking about?” Don’t judge guys, you’ll get there one day too. To that age when kids shake their heads and make comments as you share, or try to share, memories of your childhood.
All of this because husband had a birthday the other day and our neighborhood appeared at our door in the evening bearing cards with good wishes – or not necessarily good wishes, since all of this neighborhood shares a bit of a warped sense of humor – cake and ice cream. Delicious cake, as you will see.
Cake bearing three candles, and all we will say about the age husband has reached is that it is a number divisible by three. Also an age where blowing out three candles is much easier than trying to blow out 12 candles. As well as an age where it would take a much larger cake to bear the real number of candles. But I shall not say more about the age as it is one of those three-monkey things. I will not speak the evil age, so you will not hear the evil age and we will not use the evil age number of candles so that you will not have to see the evil age.
This neighborhood, our neighborhood, is a generous one. Generous with love, giving, time, friendship, ofttimes with wine and food. Always with sharing, always with concern and caring. It is those qualities that bring them to the door with cake and ice cream, knowing that it is more difficult now for husband to come to them. Knowing that it is more difficult now for me to prepare for a celebration. Not that I have no time, but the focus is often difficult.
This is one of those blessings of our lives at this time – this neighborhood.
What a cake! And such lovely neighbors; you’re very fortunate for that!
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Your neighbors sound really terrific. We live deep in the way-out, but even so we have neighbors. I keep thinking I should make more of an effort, and I should. I really just feel so awkward inviting folks who could be my parents over for sugar-free, non-alcoholic drinks and cards. (We tend to stick to fake sugar, unsweetened tea, and we don’t drink, but encourage any folks who do to enjoy the expansive offerings of the area.) Regardless, I hope your husband’s birthday was celebrated successfully. By the looks of that cake, it seems like it was π
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Numbers divisible by three, numbers divisible by three. My mind is trying to figure it out. He’s 66, right? How wonderful that you live in such a generous neighborhood. Please wish Pat a Happy Birthday from Someone he doesn’t Even Know. Tell him the Universe is glad he exists.
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And please pass one bite of the cake.
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P.S. Are you enjoying being on WordPress? Do you think you’ll stay?
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Kathy, yes I am, and yes I think I will stay.
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Oh good! I like you here! Much easier to subscribe to comments & go back & forth.
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Cake looks AWESOME! What a surprise to see the inside! Yes, tell him Happy Birthday from another soul that he’s never met!!!
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I know that song. π
Beautiful cake and it sounds like a lovely party. You’re so fortunate to have such neighbors.
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Email me a piece, please. Looks wonderful!
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I know that song too π Best wishes to husband for many more such ones!
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Our neighborhood is blessed and richer because of the two of you.
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Sounds like a really friendly neighbourhood! What a cake ..especially when you see the inner of it!
I arrived here, looking at the Indulgence photo, but ended up reading some more..
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I think I know that song from a Bugs Bunny cartoon! π
Sounds like you have a wonderful neighborhood. I wish I lived in a place like that.
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Sounds like a wonderful neighborhood. And they must think a lot of the two of you to be so generous.
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