Rebecca said she would be there at noon, but “don’t feel pressured about arriving at a certain time, Mom,” she said when I talked with her this morning. “Come when you want to. If you want to be there as we’re setting up, that’s fine, but you don’t have to,” she reassured me. “Everything is under control.”
So as I’m lounging around in a motel room here in San Diego, my four children are down at beautiful Balboa Park arranging a birthday party. The party is a picnic style, will be outside, starts at 4:30 and I believe we’re eating around 6:00, but I’m not sure of anything beyond that. The party is a little early, for my birthday is not until the 24th of July, but our schedules caused us to plan the party today, the 17th.
I have absolutely no idea how this happened. How can I possibly be 70? Aren’t 70 year old females little ole ladies? Don’t they wear purple and scrunch over a bit? Huh, be honest, now, aren’t they? And is that I of whom you speak? Impossible, except for my birth certificate which reads July 24, 1938.
Jerry and I arrived here in San Diego yesterday, went to church at Steve’s last night. (He’s our oldest child, and he pastors a thriving church here in the area.) We slept fairly late this morning, had a bit of breakfast here in the hotel, then we’ve spent a few hours doing a little shopping.
Today is Shawnna’s birthday and I hadn’t bought her anything yet, but found her something really neat and I would tell you about it, but she reads here from time to time and I don’t want her reading about her present, but actually she better not be reading, she’d better be down at Balboa arranging my party. 🙂
Anyway I’ve got this nice gift and a great helium balloon to give her at my party…my shared party.
Tomorrow I’ll tell you about the festivities; next week on the 24th I’ll tell you how it feels to be 70, and unless things change drastically in the coming up days, it will be a delightful report.
Still can’t believe it. You know what just occurred to me: I think someone forged my birth certificate!