August 28, 2012
Today I am 30. Strange to think that last year I had just
been traveling around Serbia, Romania, and Moldova flying into Austria to spend
my birthday with my family, and this year I am in Saudi Arabia with
Spencer. Spencer took the day off and
had a few things planned for my birthday. Originally we were going to go
horseback riding but leaving late, and not finding the golf course where they
had the horses in a timely fashion by the time we arrived the man told us that
he thought we weren’t coming so he sent the trainer home, and the horses were
put away. We did call the golf course
for directions and told them we were running late, but the message stopped
there and wasn’t forwarded to the stables.
We didn’t push the issue because it was tremendously hot and the thought
of riding horses in the nearby canyon nearby wasn’t too appealing to either of
us. Maybe we’ll come back another day.
The food was the fancy, tasty, and small
portion kind of food. We enjoyed ourselves.
It was one of those things that you do once for the experience.
The following day I went out with a co-worker of Spencer’s
to get a manicure and pedicure. My feet
were in bad shape with such extreme dry weather. I paid an extremely high price for the
quality of manicure I got, but the pedicure was worth the price and my feet
have never felt smoother. We’ll see how long that lasts.
On the drive there, our driver told us to look at the age of
the driver next to us. I automatically assumed that he would be ancient but to
my surprise he was actually probably no more than 10. He was accompanied by his mother in the
passenger seat with two siblings jumping around in the back. She probably had errands to run and since she
can’t drive and without a husband presently she got her preadolescent son to do
it. I see families all the time with
kids sitting on their dad’s lap behind the stirring wheel, many kids jumping
around with no seat belts. This is
probably one of the most dangerous countries to drive and they have no concern
for the safety of their kids. It’s
disappointing to me.
Anyway, Spencer invited a small group of people to meet in
the evening at the Community Center for cake and ice cream in celebration of my
birthday. He came home directly from
work and started on his masterpiece, Chocolate peanut butter cake with
chocolate and peanut butter frosting. It
didn’t turn out quite like he wanted, it didn’t stay in one piece but he only
received raving reviews of its taste. ‘Nothing but the best for my wife,’ he
said with a smile as he commented on the remark that it was all made from
scratch.
It was a wonderful couple days of celebration, now I have
moved forward into a new decade of life. It seems strange to be childless,
really still slightly directionless as to a career, and without passion. Where does it come from? How do I obtain it? I don’t think I could have ever foreseen my
future to be as such when I was dreaming about my future as a child. I am
satisfied and content with my life as it is, I’ve had many wonderful years of
experiences and doing things that many will never get to do. I’ve met friends from around the globe and
seen many of the world’s wonders. Then
on the home front I have some of the dearest and most wonderful friends who
have celebrated my joys, and carried me through the rough patches. I can thank my Heavenly Father for blessing
me with so much.
Yay, glad you had a fun birthday! And I certainly would like a slice of that cake.
ReplyDeletehappy birthday, love. An adventurous one for the books!
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