20th November 2019
It was my birthday, another circle round the sun as Kelli puts it.
I didn’t have the usual birthday blues, living with Kelli that can’t happen.
She cooked me a wonderful breakfast consisting of hash browns, diced cabbage and chopped onions, washed down with with fresh coffee.
The present Kelli gave me was a small leaf Swiss cheese plant, I wanted to get something like this as there was a lack of green things apart from some succulents that I’m not a great fan of.
This was supposed to be a work free day, but there was alway the temptation to finish off something.
I had a batch of birthday wishes from all over the place, and a FaceTime with Damian and my grandson. This was funny because all he was concerned about was missing my party. I kept telling him his birthday is only a few days away, and he would have a bigger better party of his own.
I did another grand sweep of the front garden.
The piles of leaves I had accumulated had been collected by the city yesterday, but Mother Nature knows no timetable, and deposited another good covering in shear defiance of any ordinance that exists.
I was able to start another large pile by the side of the road. “I don’t think they will come round again this year” Kelli declared.
“ Then I will build a bloody big bonfire and burn it all, city ordinance or nothing”
Next we took 179 steps up a wooden stairway at a local state park. It takes you to a high ridge where the view over Lake Macatawa is breathtaking. This is the best time to see the view when the trees are free from leaves.
Kelli used to do the walk regularly, it would give the dogs good exercise, and test her own stamina.
It is a popular place, often frequented by crazy people who would run up the steps. This makes everyone feel inadequate, (including Kelli and myself). I would like to place wreathes at various places on the climb, or maybe a couple of skeletons dressed in running short and a deterrent.
We invited our friends Mike and Lesley over for a dinner of veggi bangers, mash and baked beans, followed by a Oreo birthday cake baked by my very own wife.
The beans were the real deal, not the crap that is sold over here, but the cake was amazing, I could hear my waist band creak with every mouthful.
Another Lifetime to go 