Tuesday, December 5, 2002
Today was my 83rd birthday. Carol Zim called and sang an improvised birthday song in her style. It brought a big smile to my face. Mike and I sang an improvised version of the sound because Mike couldn’t sing. We caterwauled the song. It was fun. While I miss the man, I enjoy singing the song solo.
Some friends stay on the phone with me longer than is comfortable because they are concerned about my loneliness. If only a long phone call would solve that problem. It doesn’t. A forced call makes it worse, although I appreciate the concern and the effort.
I watched videos of the wedding of the daughter of an old colleague. The bride is the oldest of four girls. The mother often posts pictures of the girls on Facebook. They usually look beautiful, but not so at this wedding. The bride had her wedding party all clad in black. Maybe she thought they would have a dress they could wear on other occasions. Most of the women in the wedding party looked pretty good. Her mother looked stunning, but her sisters looked funereal. I hoped their concern was grief over losing one of their sisters. I feared they were concerned about their sister’s taste in men.
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