Ok, yes, today was my brthday. Long ago, I kinda stopped giving a shit. That doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate the well wishes and all….I do. Last night, the Primary Wife and the Kids and i had a nice dinner, and I even got some PJ’s I can’t wait to wear. It was terrific. My daughter wrote me a beautiful note, thanking me for pushing her to excel and basically acknowledging that I indeed, along with her mother, do my best to provide for her and her brother. It was a wonderful gift to get.
I was a little tired. But, more than that, a bit pre-occupied. See, i have been been thinking about my parents quite a bit lately. Though they are both gone, for some reason, I feel very close to them right now. Tonight I cooked a fried chicken dinner for me and the kids, and the smell of frying chickens almost made me sad. I can’t explain it. As soon as i heated up a tortilla to eat with it, I was close to tears. I could feel my mother in the room. She was standing at the stove, at 3:00 a.m., cooking me a tortilla with butter because i decided to bang on her door at 2:55 a.m. The very first question out of her mouth was “are you hungry, Mijo? (Mi Hijo)
Ah, well, I know that almost everyone has a palpable connection to their past from time to time, but, for me, the smell of food cooking can summon those feelings in an instant.
So, I ate like a teenager. When I was 16, i was an athlete, and I ate like 2 grown men. Its a little weird for me to watch my daughter put away that much food at 12. i kinda dig it.
I might have had a little tequila before i ate. Not on purpose, mind you, but I may have mistaken the sweet tea pitcher for the 5th of Sauza Anejo…
I’m full. I’m tired. I think I’ll destroy some monsters in Quake 3 arena and go to bed….
I’m so close to qualifying for the senior citizen discount at Dennys i can almost taste it….