OK, it’s my birthday. Big deal? To me it is.
Birthdays have always been a milestone for me. I believe it’s MY day—and of course my parents but they are gone so I will honor them. I’ve made it a policy not to work, at least for anybody but myself, on March 26th. I broke the rule once and had fun anyway. Even quit a job with a two week notice because they wouldn’t give me the day off. Can I help it my birthday fell on Easter that year.
Funny thing is 10 years ago my dear friends Berta and Darlene took me to, and gave me, the Grand Canyon for my birthday. I stood on the South Rim for the first time and said, “I’m going to work here someday.” Three years later I became a North Rim Park Ranger.
This year another friend, Sandee from my high school days, happened to be in Flagstaff so I drove up to meet her and Wednesday, the day before my birthday, we went to the South Rim. Then, because it’s Spring Break and the campground is full, we drove south of the park and camped in the forest.
Think I’ll go back to the South Rim tomorrow after Sandee heads off towards a marathon in San Francisco, because I can, and it’s my birthday.
