AFTER ALL, it’s a birthday blog, so it doesn’t need to make (that much) sense, does it? It’s just an excuse to say whatever I want, and if you don’t like it or aren’t entertained, well, birthday gift nyo na lang sa kin ang pagbasa, Precious Reader. (Just tolerate it as a birthday gift to me is the rough unGoogle Translate, Precious Read.)
I had anticipated either working for 10 hours in the dead of night, and/or getting a satisfying homemade dinner, very late in the night (or very early in the morning), on my birthday, because first, I asked for a birthday leave (which my employer graciously gives the celebrant) the day after, so as not to disrupt shift schedules (it would be complicated to find someone to fill in for my night shift), and to take advantage of a Friday leave translating into a long weekend.
No way goodwife Mahal would let me forget it was my birthday though, as she promised to cook up a sensational dinner for me whether or not I was up for it, I would either eat it 2 am after the shift ended or in the morning when I woke up.
As it turned out, a Wellington downpour unparalleled in the last 50 years intervened (it had to happen on my birthday right?), and for the first time in as long as I can remember, a work shift was canceled. I was actually lucky because, being on a later shift, I was spared having to go to work in the daytime and facing the risk of the nearby stream washing out the bridge and cutting off commuters from the only road back home.
At the same time, Mahal came down with a stupefying allergy attack that all but stopped her from doing anything but going to work, it would be unkind of me to ask anything else of her especially since she’d been bringing me to and from work since the week started…
So as I said, I was prepared to work my behind off between 4 pm and 2 am and then have two or three beers with myself on a Thursday night, or at least have a late night dinner (also with myself), but not sit with myself the whole day with only the MagicSing videoke and Candy Crush to keep me company (Mahal also being at work, keeping regular hours).
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Not that I was complaining. As anyone with normal body temperature, not a vampire and not a werewolf (or aswang or manananggal) will tell you, night shift sucks. I’ll sleep at night any time. But here I was, doing nothing, unexpectedly, on a birthday. I also couldn’t take a walk or run, two of my favorite activities, because of the terrible weather.
I got dozens and dozens of Facebook greetings, thank you to all who bothered. I tinkered with my settings without supervision, so I ended up not allowing people to post on my page, I could’ve gotten a few more greetings but that’s all right. I got a missed call from Second Brother back home in the Philippines, too bad the phone was inside a bureau drawer. Also got SMS messages from Eldest Brother (also in Manila) and Fourth Brother in Auckland. Thank you brothers.
Late afternoon, I received phone calls and felicitations from the kids, the most emotional and heartwarming from Bunso, who still gives me the odd impression (caused by the similarity of our voices) that I’m talking to myself. Said that the good times were only beginning, and that we think so alike that we can never stop talking to each other and about each other. Thank you too, anakis.
The best part of having an altered work day that happened to be my birthday? I slept normally that day, besides the love of my life, sharing her warmth and her company, which is more than any man could ask for. After a few beers of course.
Thanks for all the kind thoughts, life has just begun!