Today was awesome! It was my birthday.
I woke up to a wet dream this morning which was an answer to prayer. Last night I went to bed with a feeling that things were a bit “full” down there. And I thought it would be awesome to enter a new year in my life with a wet dream. God thought so too.
After that I couldn’t fall asleep again no matter how hard I tried. I wanted to get up at 5:30 am to spend time with God but because it was Sunday I decided to sleep in a little. (I know . . . )
I received my first birthday wish at 4:00 am, I think, and another at 6:00 am. I spent time with God from 6:30 am, I think. After which I read people’s experiences of sleeping in hotels and what hotel staff say about their colleagues’ work ethic and about those who rent their rooms. It was interesting and insightful.
My mom found me in bed, wished me and gave me a card from her and my dad. My sister followed suit. We spoke for a while and then I returned to my reading material. It’s my birthday today so I’m taking off, I reasoned.
I got out of bed around 10:00 am, made breakfast, ate it in bed while reading the Reddit thread on hotel hygiene, and took my second last antibiotic pill. At 10:30 am I got out of bed and showered. We left for the mall some time later.
At the mall, my sis and I split from my mom. I accompanied my sister to the post office where she mailed a job application. We then made our way to a bookshop where she bought me Sally O’Reilly’s How To Become A Writer. I bought Born to Blog by Mark W. Schafer and Stanford A. Smith, and Writing for the Web by Lynda Felder.
While she checked out her gift, I browsed through the science section and came across two books that I added to my wishlist. She wanted to give me the present then and there, but I asked her to keep for when we are in the car. I wanted to appreciate the gift which I wouldn’t have done had I accepted it in the bookshop. It would’ve been one book among many. She was okay with it. Then she left to catch up to our mom.
I bought the two books, bought a cup of decaf coffee at McDonald’s, found a spot in the food court area and read the first page of Born to Blog. Now, I’m a slow reader (and speaker) by nature reading 120 words per minute. This is way below the average reading speed. I guess it stems from the fact that I don’t like rereading books so I take the time to drink in the words, their meanings and think about how they apply to my life. I don’t know how long I read.
But before I reached the last paragraph on the first page of the book my sister called and to ask how far I am. I finished the page and coffee and went to meet them. I actually by-passed them as I made way to the entrance/exit where our car was parked.
In the car I was going to read all the way home until my mom complained that I was too quiet. So, I closed the book and engaged them. At home we readied the place for my aunts and their husbands who were coming over for lunch. We left immediately after the last one arrived.
I didn’t know where my sister was taking me and my eyes were glued to my new book. Only as we entered the parking lot of another mall, did I realise where she was taking me.
It was a surprise party, of sorts. You see earlier in the week I contacted my cousin to help me organise a party because I didn’t know how to. I’m a bit socially awkward. So, she started a whatsapp group and planned my party. I called and whatsapp’d her but received no response. She only responded on Friday night; the message I saw the Saturday morning after opening whatsapp which I had upgraded on Friday afternoon. I forgot to initialise the upgraded whatsapp version.
At the restaurant, which I guess we would be going to, the gave me the Slow Clap. I was so transfixed/nervous that I didn’t have any facial expression. I’m not used to receiving this kind of attention.
After we greeted everyone at the table and sat down. I felt awkward for a few moments but then I started speaking to my friends and settled in. They all wanted to know that if I had any suspicions. I could only tell them the truth, bursting their bubble a little bit. But that’s just me. I won’t lie–not deliberately or to make someone else feel better. Lying lips are an abomination to God.
We ate, conversed, paid the bill and moved outside to where some friends had set a table with cupcakes and donats (the potato/flour kind not the Dunkin’ Donuts/Krispy Creams kind). But we were all to full to eat the two platters. They gave me the untouched one to take home. The used one would go to a friends of ours who couldn’t make it to the party.
When we got home, my sis and I spent some time with our aunts. They left after a short while to get ready for the memorial service of their sister-in-law who passed away on Tuesday last week. She suffered from Alzheimer’s Disease. We also got ready and went to church.
The memorial service was good, filled with humour. We saw my mom’s cousins and our second cousins. (We don’t see them often. They are much older than us because our mom is the baby of all her cousins.)
It was good to be there. A lot of people wished me for which I’m grateful. My aunt made a good impression on a lot of people. They recounted how she, in her Alzheimer’s years, listened attentively whenever the Bible was read or hymns were sung. She knew the hymnal from cover-to-cover and would sing with even though she didn’t have a hymnal in her hands.
I didn’t know her as the disease set in just as I entered puberty.
When we came home, I learned that my sister, guided by my cousin, organised the party this afternoon. I’m proud of her. She doesn’t do such stuff normally.
I thank God for the sunshine we had today because The Weather Bureau predicted heavy rains for whole weekend. And I thank Him for the blessed day.
What makes this day extra special is that I spent it not only with family but friends too as well as with long lost family members. This day will go down as one of the most memoriable in the Eleazar Chronicles.