Rumors are zipping through cyber space about an impending threadingwater birthday
tomorrow today, July 9th. So, I called my mother to check her recollection of when it was exactly that I commenced with wailing and hollering against all manner of injustice in the world, starting with a treacherous journey down the birth canal that left me better suited for a dartboard than a crib.
Now mom, it must be acknowledged, is having a difficult time laying down neurons to cement recent events in her mind, but she’s crystal clear about the date, time and circumstances surrounding the birth of her first-born and most trying child. (We are both of the opinion that a baby-switcheroo occured in the hospital)
July 10th, 7 pm, in the year of our Lord way-too-many-years-back-to-be-any-of-your-beeswax.
So, there you have it. Still, rumors persist and good wishes amass. And, being the threadingwater child that I am, there’s no way I want to diminish the latter. Therefore, I shall celebrate TWO birthdays this year. Cyber friends and well-wishers on the 9th. Everyone else on July 10th.
And, I shall eat cake on both days, thank you very much.