I was fifty years old when I came to the realization that it was okay to plan my birthday celebration. Birthdays were not something that was well planned when I was growing up. Back then the highlight of the day was when my Godparents showed up after dinner for cake and ice cream and I would receive an extra special gift from them. One year my extra special gift was a Barbie type doll; the closest this poor girl was going to get to a real Barbie. The new puppy chewed up the same night. No replacement warranty had been purchased. I was given one birthday party when I turned six years old. We had cupcakes. Johnny Chicella showed up and he wasn’t invited.
Fast forward to present day.
After living and celebrating my birthday in Michigan for 30 years I found myself searching for a new tradition now that I am living in So Cal. In Michigan the middle of October could bring just about any kind of weather. It snowed three inches on my 30th birthday. I loved the years when Indian summer lingered and the Maple trees were so rich in color you would swear that they had to glow in the dark. A bright sun in the sky, and a warm breeze would beckon me to the Lake Michigan shore one more time before the chilling November winds returned. After our dog Isabelle joined the family it became tradition for Izzy and I to go to the beach together on my birthday.
Last week my sister was able to get away from the craziness of moving into a new house and spent a few days with me.
I really liked my tradition of Birthday at the Beach. Only this time instead of Izzy…
We had a great time. Eating, shopping, exploring, repeat. She returned home Saturday.
Sunday morning (my official day)I turned off the cell phone and found my way back to the beach. I soooo love being at the shore in the morning.
I soon realized my hooded sweatshirt would not be necessary.
There were quite a few surfers and the waves were impressive. I watched for a little while and soon I was able to know when one of the surfers was going to take a wave.
You’ll have to zoom to see him he’s right at the curl.
As the morning continued I divided my attention between the surfers and the other people who were gathering near-by. I love to people watch.
Seems everyone was photographing everyone else! There were families having what looked to be professional photos taken on the other side of the pier. I have never seen so much white, denim and khaki. The gentleman and his son to the left were snapping away at the surfers. The other guy spent more time looking down at his camera. Also please note the little boy in the red swimsuit clinging to his dad’s hand. You may have to zoom. The father tried several times to get a picture of his son (no doubt something to post on social media later) but the child was not cooperative.
I hadn’t had breakfast so on my way home I bought a Birthday breakfast consisting of an Oreo Mc Flurry with whip cream, nuts and a cherry on top. In the afternoon I ate Hot Tamales while reading my birthday salutations and listening to the varying renditions of Happy Birthday that were left on my cell phone. Makes me smile just thinking about them.
I ended the weekend at Hollywood and Vine. My oldest and I took in closing night of The Jersey Boys at the Pantages Theatre. Oh What a Night!
I’m liking this new tradition.
Say goodnight Gracie.