You see, the First Day of Summer, the longest day of the year, is the day I was born!
It was also my cousins 6th birthday, which she has informed me, over these last 78 years, I completely ruined for her.
She was my Grandmother's niece and her namesake. My Grandmother doted on her and then....my Grandmother had to miss her birthday because....Grandma was waiting for me. When I was born, the nurse (my mother's sister), took me and handed me to my Grandma. Grandma said, "My precious baby!" and that's how it was until she died.
Sure, my Grandma had a huge capacity to love and she loved my cousin, but I took up a lot of her time and well..............................as I have told my cousin over and over, "It's not my fault! I was supposed to be born the end of May!"
My cousin and I on our birthday--I was 1, she was 7.
My sister Susan and daughter Pam drove down from Byron, about 4:00, and brought Subway sandwiches. This is my favorite way to celebrate. I would much rather eat in than go to a restaurant. That way, we set up our TV tables and ate and talked and laughed loudly and hooted and laughed some more. Can't do that in a restaurant.
I had cleaned my earrings the night before and with my hand tremors, I couldn't get them back in my ears. So Susan did that for me, although she had to sit down because it made her knees weak.
Then Pammie helped me fix the toilet flush handle, which I had worked on for two days, but again, with the hand tremors could not get the wire I had to connect from the handle to the chain.
Then we went outside. I asked Pammie if she would paint my toenails, because, with the hand tremors, it is impossible for me to do it and keep the polish only on the nails and not all over the toes.
Then we went back inside for cake and a wish. What to wish for? At my age, I wished for a few more years. LOL
They left at about 8:00. Pam had worked all day and had to get up at 4:00, this morning.
I found out at 8:30 that daughter Karen and her hubs had arrived back safely from their 3 week vacation in Alaska. It was a perfect day!
One of the neat things about Face Book? When it is your birthday, a notice appears at the top of the page, so