I know, that’s not quite how the song goes, but it’s close. This birthday was one of those birthdays that got overshadowed by EVERYTHING else. It always plays second fiddle to the groundhog thing.
This year it also fell on a Sunday – and not just any Sunday, but Super Bowl Sunday. Our church does a “Soup-R Sunday” on that day, with a hot soup & chili lunch following morning worship, then an afternoon devo, and dismissal in plenty of time to head home or to a watch party before the pregame starts.
By the time we left and swung by the grocery store for snacks and then headed home, it was 3:30 in the afternoon; a cold, gray 33 degrees and raining. All the signs pointed to hibernating more than celebrating. We quietly settled in and watched the Big Game – just Middle Son, Mr. Official and moi (and the dog and cat.) Swimmer Girl couldn’t come home this weekend, and Oldest Son had other plans too. The Big Game was a big dud – I’m sure Peyton is more disappointed than we are, but it was a hard game to watch. After the game ended, we watched The Greatest Game Ever Played, a Disney-fied treatment of the matchup between Harry Vardon and Francis Oiemet in the 1913 U.S. Open. Just before midnight, we turned out the lights and called it a day.
So that was it. End of story. No cake, no ice cream, no candles, no hoopla, no nuthin. Well, okay. Not exactly “nothing.” You see, I had been eyeballing some new (to me) vintage dishes on eBay, and the countdown clock was winding down on them. So my birthday present to me consisted of successfully snagging four new pieces of dishware.
1. A (fairly rare) individual French casserole with lid. I doubt I’ll find any others – at least not for $20.
2. A larger casserole with lid in an unnamed pattern that goes well with my orange pieces:
3. A mixing bowl in the same pattern. Funny how you can be blissfully unaware something even exists. And then when you become aware of it, you see it everywhere. Such is the case here: the bowl and casserole will bring the total in my collection to four pieces. If you spot any other pieces with this pattern, I’m now on the lookout.
4. A third vintage carafe in radioactive red, which will join the green and cobalt blue carafes in my collection. Coincidentally, this one was sold by someone from our old hometown in Oklahoma. Small world, after all.
Here’s hoping all the pieces arrive intact (that’s the biggest concern with vintage – everybody loses when they don’t make the trip in one piece.)
So now you see, it was a pretty happy birthday after all.