Today is my birthday, and marking it in this time of pandemic is… kinda different.
My wife had set up on the kitchen table a tasteful display of small presents that I would discover upon waking in the morning. Fortunately she is in the habit of keeping an eye out for little gifts for those in her family and close circle of friends, and buying them to squirrel away when she comes across something suitable. If she had had to procure today’s gifts online at the last moment during a pandemic and arrange for their sure delivery by a set date, none of this might have happened.
At 9:00 am we enjoyed a virtual worship service with the church community we left behind in Massachusetts five years ago, complete with a Zoom-enabled coffee hour afterward. We then had a “double date” Zoom with good friends in Savannah and followed with a walk around the neighborhood.
Katharyn has been known to arrange birthday surprises, some of them quite elaborate; but this year I was somewhat relieved that our celebrating would all be out in the open. This was not to be. She contrived in secret for our near neighbors to gather one by one out in their yards, sidewalks, and street, seemingly at random. She then lured me out to the front yard on some flimsy pretext involving spring plantings and everybody sang happy birthday to me. You know that moment when you finally twig to just exactly how devious and sneaky your spouse can be? Yeah. That.
This evening she is going to drive over to our favorite local Italian restaurant and pick up a bespoke dinner for us. There will be champagne.