Richard turned 40 this weekend. What a dashing age.
Mark suggested that Dad’s gift should be some more power cords for the closet in our bedroom. I tried to spy on Richard’s Amazon account to find what he had been viewing lately. This worked for me last year when I was shopping for his gift. Alas, this year there were no electronics in his internet history. Finally, on the day before his birthday, we just took him to Costco and said, “Pick one!” He found a Blu Ray player…with cords…and another remote! The birthday boy was so thrilled that he forgot to let us wrap the present when we got home.
The kids and I made Richard a 40th birthday music mix CD. We spent a pleasant weekend listening to Pandora and watching instant movies from Netflix. We could, because we now have a Blu Ray player. It still smarts to spell Blu without an “e”.
Richard’s birthday party was quite an event. We invited guests. I made a double layer chocolate cake. Richard smoked some chicken on the barbecue and we served an array of barbecue sauces. Richard’s homemade sauce beat Rudy’s in our taste test. We spent the late evening eating black licorice and enjoying more music and movies.
I like how Spanish speaking people answer the question of age by saying “they have” so many years. Richard should be proud of each and every good year of his life. He’s a good man. And he grows more dashing every year.