Well, no, Patrick's 50th birthday party last night did not have a cake like this -- far better! A blueberry topped cheesecake from Alison's recipe made according to strict instuctions by brother Andrew. Plus many other delicious deserts that followed a pot luck dinner. Obviously one is getting older, as am I and ex-husband Joel, when son-in-law turns 50 and daughter will also turn 50 in three months.
It was a largish party in the community building near a friend's house -- on a partly frozen lake. The house was ideal for such a party, a large open space, comfortable furniture, kitchen and fireplace. Parties are ideally family and friends and this was just that. What made it different was that all guests knew they would be asked to tell a story -- maybe about Patrick, or about aging, or about a personal experience. No one was required to tell a story but about half the guests did. Stories ran the gamut, many were funny. Some were memories that revealed things unknown or forgotten -- details that stayed in one person's mind (younger brother thinking he would be literally tickled to death by big brother -- and waiting years to get even). It was a very memorable way to celebrate a birthday.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!