Friggatriskaidekaphobia (Fear of Friday the 13th) is not something I worry about, since 9 of my birthdays have fallen on that day, and I was born on a Sunday, as a post war baby boomer in 1947. (No I don’t remember Harry Truman, Ike; yes second term) I remember that out of 5 sons (I’m the middle one) I was the only one with a SUMMER birthday.
So my birthday was celebrated at out summer house on Cape Cod. My father had six acres’ of land in the town of Yarmouth. So Prince Paul was the only son to have a Lolly-pop tree on his birthday. A privilege reserved only for middle sons. (Out in the woods behind our house, a sapling pine was selected and festooned with ribbons and decorated with lolly-pops, with birthday presents under it, do you see the Christmas symbolism there?)
My two older and my two younger brothers often complained of the unfairness of it, but I never really cared. It was my absolute right as the SUMMER born middle son.
As I grew older and left home and joined the service, I found that my birthdays were no big deal to my shipmates, and became no big whoopee to me too. I celebrated my birthday over the years in many strange and exotic places around this big ball called Earth.
I remember a Beatles song from my youth titled “When I’m 64” and thought to myself, whoa, that’s just too far away to even dwell on, and who knows if I’ll even make it? I guess I proved myself wrong, and I didn’t mind that at all.
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But here I am, having turned 65 a few days ago and damn it I feel any different than any other birthday in my life. Except the lolly-pop tree celebrations from my mis-spent youth which I would like to do once more, but substitute beer for the lolly-pops, substitute the tree for a cooler, you, know where I’m going with this train of thought.
So here it is, the big day, I am now “65” I am now on Medicare that I’ll never use but I will pay for, forever more. But if that’s all it takes to live here in the Philippines with the people I love, then so be it.
Now a blow by blow of the big day; I awoke early around 04:00 and logged on to Face Book and LiP. FB, had greeting galore, and FB would let me read them, but not respond, not even to click “like”. So I went over to LiP and Yahoo mail. Around 09:00 after a birthday walk with Coco the Flying Labrador and my last cuppa coffee of the day, I went back online and FB had consented to allow me to click “like” and comment. I never really got angry at Face Book, well because it is free, isn’t it!?
Then Mayang, my gift in life that I never really deserved, asked me if she could take me to lunch for my birthday? You’ve already figured it out by now, Texas Joe’s! And I ordered a Tenderloin Steak with Corn on the cob, baked potato with extra sour cream, cornbread and iced tea. Mmmm Good! Note the ice tea, my daughters wanted to fix me supper and present me with a birthday cake latter in the day, and beer or cocktails have no place in that type of circumstances, as granddaughters and nieces would also be present.
They knew that we all like Spaghetti with meat sauce; I can take or leave pancit, so pasta it is with Garlic bread of course. Oh, I have to make the meat sauce, as a friend in Naples Italy had taught me eons ago. If left on their own it would end up sweet with hot hogs in it.
The cameras were out, the food was eaten, and Jaden and I were sharing a birthday cake, being that my grandson Jayden was born on May 13th (A Sunday like his Lolo) it was his 2nd month birthday? Hey, I love the tiny guy; did you think I’d mind? So until next year, this birthday has come to a close, I deem it a great one, as I was with my family, and it just can’t get any better than that.
Paul Thompson; Resides in the Philippines, close to Subic Bay. He is married to the wonderful girl named Maria (AKA Mayang). Our to daughters are both grown up and have left the nest, the eldest married to a wonderful guy named Chris, and they have blessed us with our granddaughter Heather Colleen (AKA Ling-ling). Our youngest is living in Singapore, enjoying her life's adventure. I'm a retired Senior Chief from the U.S. Navy after 21 years. Post Navy he lived 7 years in Puerto Rico as a Night Club owner. After Hurricane Hugo told him to find a new line of work, he was hired by Military Sealift Command and went back to sea in Asia as a Merchant Seaman for 10 years. Then after 30 years at sea he buried his anchor in the Philippines residing now in Dinalupihan (or DinBat for short), Roosevelt Bataan where he build his home. And last but not least, anything he writes will be pure "Tongue in Cheek" if anybody is offended, He'll lose no sleep over it, but here's a quick Mea Culpa in advance!