Ev'rybody hates me
Guess I'll go eat worms
Long, thin, slimy ones
Short, fat, juicy ones
Itsy, bitsy, fuzzy, wuzzy worms..
(American Summer Camp Song)
It's a song I'll never have to sing. Indeed I am overwhelmed and grateful for the terrific outpouring of greetings for my 72nd birthday. I was privileged to get more than 120 Facebook greetings, plus some nice e-mails and real birthday cards. It's all a bit humbling.
Facebook friends will know that I note their birthdays by saying "Happy Tomday", or "Happy Janeday". That's because I love my own birthday anniversaries - the one day in the year in which I am not bashful about having a "me day"! So it is, as in the examples above, my friends are entitled to a Tomday or a Janeday, and I to a Michaelday.
This year I was fortunate enough to be with dear friends for three Michaelday celebrations.
Wednesday evening saw me at the home of the ever blessed Ron and Charlotte Thompson. Their good friend Cindy joined us (as did my good friend Penne). (Ron and Char are her devoted Uncle and Aunt, she stays with them when I am away)