The return of my birthday, if I remember it, fills me with thoughts which it seems to be the general care of humanity to escape.I never much cared for birthdays at least after young childhood when you don't know any better. I've never much liked people making a fuss over me which makes the whole cake and singing bit pretty cringeworthy. This is odd because I love birthdays for other people and making a fuss over them. Hey I never said that I was consistent.
Perhaps it's the German Shepherd guard dog instinct, that focuses me outwards. I find it easy to sacrifice for the family, to give u something that I'd like so that they can have something that they'd like instead. In fact this is usually gives me more enjoyment than them giving up something for me.
This year, I find that I'd like that M1 Garand. But tuition needs to be paid and college textbooks don't buy themselves, and we need to add #2 Son to our car insurance. And so I'll reset until Christmas. Maybe. There may be other things that need doing then, too. And in any case, after a year away from the family, it seems that a family dinner will make a fine birthday present.
Well, that's my story.