Today, I went to a local day spa and pampered myself.
I treated myself to a massage, a facial and a hair cut and color.
It has been years since I last had a head-to-toe massage, and a facial.
Both were nice and relaxing.
Then I got a badly needed hair cut and color.
I haven't paid attention to my hair since January!
My hair looks so much better now.
I haven't gone because life got in the way, and I put my hair last.
The bill came to $315.00
Then dad and I went out for a very nice dinner.
He wanted the king crab legs (market price), because he hadn't had them in years.
Who am I do deny my father what he wants?
I had the king crab legs too, plus one cocktail, one glass of champagne, and for dessert, creme brule.
The total came to a whopping $218!😮
The crab legs alone were $121!
As I was settling up the bill, the waitress asked if it was somebody's birthday.
I said that it was, and she thought that it was my dad's.
I told her no, that it was mine.
"Oh, you should have said something! We would have put a candle in your dessert!"
I said that that was fine, that I wanted to keep it low key.
Dad said that he didn't even remember it.
On the drive home, Dad said, "It's your birthday, isn't it?"
I said that it was.
Then he said, "I'm sorry that I didn't get you a card."
I told him that that was okay, and not to feel bad about it.
Truth is, I knew that he wasn't going to remember that today was my birthday.
I'd be lying if I said that it doesn't hurt.
It does.
But I can't get mad at him for it.
What good would that do?
I'd feel bad.
He'd feel bad.
And I would feel bad for making him feel bad.
That's the thing about taking care of a loved one with memory loss.
The dates that were once celebrated, they forget.
Anniversaries.
Your birthday.
The birthdays of your children and grandchildren.
I don't feel sad for me, I feel sad for him.
I'm not here looking for sympathy, or "woe is me", or "poor me".
It is what it is.
This is my reality.
I may not like it, and at times I don't, but it is what it is.
So, happy 47th birthday to me.