St. Bob is having a birthday soon. Very soon. So, in an effort to plan festivities, we thought we’d check the forecast for that day. California is having a heat wave and the projected high for his special day is 103 degrees. Yikes.
“Hey,” I said, when we learned this, “that’s the very age you’re hoping to hit one day!” Some time ago we both imagined our top age on this earth, and that was his prediction for himself.
So, of course I began wondering, what if you live to be the temperature it is on your next birthday? Great news for summertime babies, right? But not such hot (no pun intended) news for those born in the dead of winter. In fact, what if it’s minus-something on your next birthday?
When we lived in Iowa it was not only below zero through much of winter, but waaay below. In fact, 70 below. Granted, that was with the wind chill figured in, but it was still 40 below without wind chill. This, my friends, is crazy. Anyone who lives in cold like this should either be a penguin or a lunatic. I think I’m the latter, although sometimes I feel a bit like both.
And summertime birthdays, while great for projecting your ultimate age with my silly formula, can cause a few problems themselves. One time the kids and I decided to surprise Bob by painting the garage walls for him. But again, it was during triple digits and without air conditioning. I also made his favorite meal of fried chicken on many of those birthdays, and standing before sizzling oil when it’s sizzling outside again qualifies me for the lunatic label.
Probably the worst attempt at a birthday surprise was to take him to Yosemite to see the waterfalls, which that year had dried up entirely due to, you guessed it, hot weather.
But however old Bob is or will be, I will always see him like this—movie star handsome as he hosted a TV game show. Even when he's 103.
Bob’s birthday wish is for you to buy one of my books right here. Okay, that’s a lie. He has no idea I’m even writing this. But it’s my birthday wish, and you can never start shopping too soon.