Dad walked across my yard with a big white sack in hand from the pharmacy. Maggie and I were standing at my screen door. Anticipation grew as dad got closer and I could see it was full of Cokes. :-)
“You’ve been doing so well I thought I would bring you a treat,” dad said, handing me the sack.
“I talked to your mother about your birthday present from me,” dad said as he sat down on the couch to give me my medications. “She says you want a grocery store shopping spree.”
“Yes,” I said as I smiled ever hopeful.
“You sure this isn’t involving your bulimia?” dad asked. “You’re not going to eat all that food and throw it up are you?”
“No,” I promised. “I just want to be able to buy some foods I can’t normally afford.”
“I will give your mother $150 dollars and she will buy what you write down on a list.”
“Yippee!” I thought. I was so excited. I was going to get ribeyes and all kinds of things I just can’t buy. I wanted lots of soda as well if mom would buy it and dad thought it was okay.
“Next Saturday night we will go to the Outback for your birthday meal,” dad then said. “Martha is getting you a birthday cake from the bakery.”
I was just a smiling. It was going to be a wonderful birthday this week. Monday is the day. I will be 38 years old. My, have the years passed by so fast. I will soon be the big 4-0.
“Will your lawnmower crank?” dad asked as he was leaving to go home and take a nap. I told him yes. I got it to crank the other day.
“Your grass needs cutting so do that this afternoon.”
I sighed, but it needs to be done. Grass mowing is not my favorite chore in the book. I told dad goodbye as he gave Maggie one last head pat and neck rub. Off for a nap he went.