Saturday was my birthday. I don’t expect much. Birthdays have become much less important to me than they were in the past. I was upset because this one was not special at all. When I woke up on Saturday morning, Mrs. Lion gave me a box with a nice terrarium in it. It was a thoughtful gift. After that, it was a typical day. She decided to install a storm door we got. I figured a handyman would do that. It took her most of the day and wasn’t finished when she stopped working. OK, I get that. I spent most of the morning on the phone with our insurance company and damage remediation contractors. A pipe burst late last week and damaged stuff we had stored in the basement of the house we rent.
Anyway, it wasn’t a great day. Mrs. Lion didn’t ride me. On the plus side, my daughter called and sang “Happy Birthday to You” to me. I’m writing this post on Sunday. I asked Mrs. Lion to go with me to the casino tonight. I can get a nice roast beef dinner and maybe win some money. Mrs. Lion was very nice today when I explained why I felt bad. She loves me. That means more to me than any birthday gift or celebration. I’m thankful for that every day.