some things are not attainable
Whereas I have little interest in doing anything except enjoying some peace and quiet on my birthday (I’m still waiting for that unattainable gift – maybe next year?) I know Ali’s birthday is a big deal to him.
So last Saturday, as Ali turned 37, Maya and I :
- Bought him a much-needed new robe and some books.
- Made him muffins and tea.
- Took him to Soho for more tea and scones at Harney & Sons.
- And then we took him to his favorite Ruth’s Chris for steak (the name of this place continues to trouble me).
I also gifted my husband a break from my sarcasm and commentary.
Thus, I didn’t mutter a word when Ali said “I hate bees. This is why I am not a park person,” minutes after we arrived at Central Park for the picnic lunch he requested.
I also didn’t say anything about the mountain of gift wrap that sat on the dining table and floor for 3 days until I finally recycled it.
I even gave him a free pass on socks in the living room, dishes in the sink, and tea stains all over the counter.
It was a difficult day for me, as I’m sure you can imagine.
What I failed to do, however, was to spare him from my post this week. But try as I did, I could NOT come up with a topic that didn’t involve Ali.
I guess some gifts will remain unattainable for Ali as well. Maybe next year?