I may have mentioned this once or twice already, but my birthday is next Saturday; a mere six days away, and I will be 50. I’m honestly not sure how I feel about it, but I’m approaching it positively. It’s a big milestone, and I don’t want to ignore it and regret that later. I skipped having a big thing for my fortieth becuase my daughter was turning 1 four weeks later, and I wanted her to have her special birthday.
Money is still tight, but I did actually ask for something for my birthday since it was a special one – a new model Kindle. That will be next week or sometime before Christmas since we’re trying to divide the paychecks for bills and Christmas gifts and holiday festivities.
My husband has been planning a birthday surprise for today. He has been going over logistics for weeks, finally deciding on Thanksgiving weekend rather than my birthday weekend.
My idea of an adventure is getting in my car and seeing which Starbucks I end up at. The one two towns over? The one inside the Target? Crap! It’s Monday; there are no lunch sandwiches. (The truck comes on Tuesday.)
I don’t do adventure. Or really, I do it slowly and quietly, and then I congratulate myself on a spontaneity well done.
I’m also not great at not being in on the plans.
I’ve decided to ignore my comfort zone and my instincts to try and find out what’s going on today.
There have been very few clues, and I have been uncharacteristically nonplussed. I haven’t tried to weasel it out of my kids. I haven’t checked his browser history. I’ve asked no questions.
It is truly a birthday adventure. I don’t know how to dress or what jacket to bring or shoes to wear. I will check with my husband but I will probably end up wearing my favorite outfit even though I wore that for Thanksgiving a few days ago. And my boots. I love my boots.
The clues I have received are as follow:
It will be a couple of hours in the car. At least two hours from home.[I have not checked a map to see what falls within a two hour radius of home.]
We are leaving at 9:30 in the morning.
The place closes at 4, I believe.
There is no meal involved; we will have to eat afterwards.
I will need to find our camera and charge it. I’ve been told this is very important.
It was more money than he would normally spend in advance, but I don’t know how much money. [I have also not checked the credit card bill.]
I need to bring all of the family’s passports. [I believe this is a red herring to keep me on my toes, but I will still comply with the request.]
I had a dream last night that my surprise involved live turkeys, driving up stairs, Napoleonic wars re-enactment, war monuments, costumed men on horseback, Ben Franklin, but the size and demeanor of a leprechaun, Philadelphia, Canada, although I don’t know that there actually exists a place. There was also a bridge overflowing with water shaped like one of those tubing waterslides. It was frightening in many, many ways.
I’m going to guess that my dream was way off from the reality. At least, I’m kind of hoping it is.
I’m looking forward to whatever it is. I’m excited because my family is so excited to have kept the secret for so long, and for me to find out what it is.
I will post about it late tonight or tomorrow. Who am I kidding? It will probably be tomorrow.