Is This What Happens at Fifty?

"This is your Jubilee birthday, you know," a friend commented in passing on April 30. "Better make the most of it ..."


The week was incredible, and I was awash in a golden haze of happiness.


I was going to tell you all about it.


And then ... nothing. It is like my brain has become tongue-tied. Mush. 


I'm sure I'll be back to myself soon enough; but in the meantime, let me share with you the sweetness of part one of the Week of Jubilee


On the Tuesday - May Day - I kicked off the celebrations with my Oldies at the Manor. I had told them two Tuesdays earlier that I would bring lunch for after our meeting; and when I arrived, I discovered to my delight that the whole room had been decorated for the occasion. Lace cloths adorned the tables, and everywhere I looked there were beautiful collector's dolls displayed with care.

There were flowers arranged carefully on the organ, as well as a card with my name on the envelope.


Everyone sang Happy Birthday and several of them prayed for me. Dad spoke, continuing his series on the blessings given to the twelve sons of Jacob, from the father's and from Moses' points of view.

Then it was time for lunch: roast beef buffet:

Dad's own strawberry shortcake
to wrap up the meal sweetly!

Then that evening, we went out to Allan and Angie's place for dinner that Dad had prepared: savoury ground beef with mashed potatoes, and golden turnips - my very favourite meal any time! Accompanied as it was with warm tender biscuits, also whipped up by Dad, how could I not know how loved I am?

My Dad loves me!