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Now that I am 34, I have out-lived Jesus.
But he accomplished more in his 33 years than I did, after all, what with healing the blind, feeding the masses, walking on water, and inventing Christmas. 1 But I guess if you have a responsibility to the sins of mankind and know that the whole purpose of your existence is to die, you’re on a pretty firm deadline.
Granted I’ve got some responsibilities, but they’re pretty much limited to Granny and myself. And maybe the Attorney to some degree.
So, I have a little more time to just live life.
Which is pretty much all I have been doing in the last couple of weeks. In my absence from the blog.
Just living life.
Work, cleaning house, cooking dinner, Fridays with the Attorney. The usual stuff. The status quo.
There were a couple of small deviations from the normal path that might be interesting to you.
Little slices of life.
One evening I came home to an empty house. The TV was on and the back door was open. A small panic started to set in, but before I let the horse get too ahead of the cart, I thought I’d better hunt around. Minutes later, granny came out of the woods behind our property dragging an old bed sheet covered in blackberries.
“Most folks make the mistake of putting them in a basket when they pick,” she said. “You can’t lay them on top of each other like that. It just ruins them.”
Granny hasn’t been in the woods2 in years. So I asked her what made her decide to go pick blackberries.
“Because they’re ready,” she answered.
Simply put. ‘Nuf said.
The real reason is that she was picking them to serve with my birthday pound cake. But, I didn’t want to spoil the surprise. For her.
The Attorney had a surprise of his own, too.
Late the night before my birthday I went to Walgreen’s to pick up some things. When I got back home, the Attorney’s car was in the drive and he was sitting on the front steps3 waiting for me. He drove an hour and a half just so he could be there at midnight and be the first one to tell me “Happy Birthday.”
Gotta love a man like that.
The weather was really great that night. In the mid 60′s and clear sky. I got a blanket and we went in the back yard and laid out under the stars for a couple of hours. We talked for a while. Then we stopped talking. We still made sounds. Just not words.
Two good slices, thanks to the Attorney and Granny, of the sweetest of birthday cakes.
Definitely better than riots at Wal-Mart over Playstations that Jesus gets for his birthday.
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- Not to mention his Houdini-like finale. [↩]
- that I know of [↩]
- looking very hot in just a v-neck tee shirt and gym shorts. Oh, those long, long, loooong legs. [↩]
Even your little slices of life sound so special when you describe them. Thanks for the reminder that the small things in life are more noteworthy than the Playstations.
Tony,
Wow! You are really a WRITER! Your writing “blows me away.” Thanks!
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Making Sounds. Is that what youngsters are calling it now?
Nice write up on your birthday.
Can I please have more of those moments in my life……….?
Great post as usual, pulls on the old heart strings
The thought of Granny dragging a bed sheet of blackberries…very endearing.
Thanks for keeping me simple and humble. Things can get out of hand so quickly. Happy Birthday! I’m glad you were born!
Happy birthday Tony. I am celebrating mine tonight.
Tony—You have such a beautiful, quiet way of capturing the simple, sweet essences of Granny and the Attorney, and of yourself. You 3 are reflections of each others’ hearts and souls.
It’s always a special moment for me, having another chance to peek into your lovely world!
Such sweet slices!
…….sigh…..
Thanks, Tony.
Your opening sentence was enough to pull me out of lurkdom to comment. Laugh-out-loud genius.
I’ve been enjoying your blogs for quite a while now. Maybe it’s time to say so. You have a wonderful voice, and I so enjoy looking at life through your eyes. Thanks.
Happy Birthday. Many more!
The Resurrection part was good, just be sure you don’t do a disappearing act. We need you and your words.
“Are you not the Christ?” Glad you’ve surpassed the old rugged-cross, my lord. A marker, indeed. Also, I was amused by your tweet regarding being cruised at Lowe’s “not even wearing snug britches”… darlin’ you’re whole body is one tall glass of water built to carry. You wear it well.
I’ve got one of those super-thoughtful guys, too–isn’t it great?
Happy [belated] Birthday, Tony, and just keep on living your life–it sounds wonderful.
You have to love the people who love you like that!