my receiver is full of static so i am unable to record
this american life for my father. (yes, seriously, recording npr on plain old tdk tapes is the reason i have to run run run out of work on saturdays, tossing over my shoulder weak excuses about having somewhere to
be.)
damn static.
i think it is time for some chocolate cake.
today at work everyone forgot my birthday, even w-lee, who keeps literally boxes full of birthday cards in her file cabinet, stickers too, along with these long strips of cardboard that used to be the backs of tear-off receipt pads, & on these cardboards she has written down the birthdays of everyone she knows. then very suddenly, near the end of the day, someone remembered & then there was this big flurry of people dashing into my little room-with-the-sink-in-it, while i had, you know, my hands in the sink. they all did that thing where they grab the door frame & lean into the room in a big swooping motion & then lean back out in a reverse motion. they all said, "happy birthday! i almost forgot to tell you!" for some reason i completely didn't care at all that no one remembered my birthday. i found the false notes of enthusiasm sort of funny.
last year for my birthday they threw me a little potluck lunch, at work, but they had no grasp of vegan food so i ended up being fed plain boiled pasta with a microwaved package of frozen vegetables.
yes, it is definitely time for chocolate cake. & yes, i am extra-glad that i come home to a pile of birthday greetings from the likes of you. thanks you all.
