Surprise

Have you noticed what a handy tool the calendar is? We share so much by pointing to it.

Look, over here, come Thursday, it’s your birthday.

Burt is no longer able to keep order in the days, the months, or the dates. Recently, on a phone confirmation, he wasn’t able to assure the caller of his date of birth.

He’s going to be truly surprised. My hope, my desire, my want is that he’ll be happily surprised by a small crowd of friends here to celebrate him.

I hope he will like the attention [he usually does] and that he recognizes some of our friends [unlikely]. He will know it’s all about him. 🤞

This little project violates my “in moderation” dictum, except that it is scheduled for just 2 hours. I recognize that that might be 1½ too long for Burt. 

If it goes well, I will reinstate my invitations to a couple of people to drop by from time to time. I get out with people all the time while Burt is with his aide. He sees only  us and his PT or OT.

This useful mental health tidbit was reinforced for us by the pandemic: Isolation isn’t good for any of us.