At my office yesterday, my staff surprised me with a chocolate and coconut birthday cake. It was delicious. There was a birthday card, too. It promised me something 'hot' to look at, were I just to open the card to see the inside panels. I did so, eagerly. There, indeed, was a picture of something hot -- a cup of steaming coffee. Now, I love coffee as much as anyone, but couldn't there have been a picture of something more titillating inside? Will the birthday insults never stop? I love my employees, though, even if they do tease me. Having them all working for me is my real birthday present from them.
Then I went home. Pavarotti wasn't there. Nor were the Boston Pops Orchestra or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Marilyn Monroe wasn't there either, singing Happy Birthday to me, so I had to imagine her presence, wearing that filmy almost-dress she wore when she serenaded John Kennedy on his birthday. Yummy.
My wife and son were there, though, and that is what was most important. Although I didn't really want a gift, I got a CD by Johnny Cash. It is called 'Personal File,' and is a compilation of songs that he recorded at home, for himself, and probably never intended to be released.
There was no birthday cake at home. My son was having a sleep-over at our place, with three of his teen-aged buddies, so a celebration of sorts will be held on the weekend instead.
Today, I drove to Toronto to meet with a potential Roca Milagro investor. During the drive to and from Toronto, I did a lot of thinking. I get some of my best ideas when I drive, the car stereo cranked up to the 'stun' setting, and travelling as close to the speed of sound as I can reasonably get without getting arrested. My travel music is often Pink Floyd, Alvin Lee, B. B. King, Eric Clapton and other music heavy on guitar. Today, I listened, of course, to the Johnny Cash album. I enjoyed it. My ruminations helped me decide on how to proceed with a few things that require my attention, so all in all it was a good trip.
Now that I can forget my birthday fixation for another year, it is time to concentrate on finding a new home for my family. Guess what I'm doing tonight?