So, today is my 59th birthday.
Last night, The Caregiver took me to a nearby hairstyling place so I could get a haircut and a beard trim. After all, three months had passed since my last trip to a barber, and The Caregiver has become rather lackadaisical about, well, caregiving. So I looked like a refugee from a casting call for a revival of A Fiddler on the Roof.
I had a suspicion that despite my wishes to the contrary that the trip to the barber was a preliminary to a trip to a theme park. Not a Disney park, but something closer to home, like Busch Gardens Tampa. The Caregiver didn’t say anything about that, but I suspected that she had hopes that I would change my mind.
Around eight this morning, she stepped into my room, all dressed and made up as if she were going to go somewhere. “Can you get ready so we can go to the park?” she asked.
“It’s your birthday,” she said. “I thought you wanted to go to Busch Gardens or somewhere fun for your birthday.”
“We had this conversation on Thursday. I don’t want to go to a theme park. Look. I woke up at four. My head hurts. I’m tired. And I don’t feel like going to Busch Gardens when I am not in the mood to enjoy it.”
“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun,” she said.
“Nope. Don’t feel like going. Sorry.”
“But we,” meaning The Caregiver and her boyfriend, “want to take you out.”
“And I appreciate it. I really do. But I also really don’t want to go.”
I felt like adding, Don’t you know there’s a war on? I didn’t; she wouldn’t have gotten the reference.
Defeated, The Caregiver said, “Okay. We’re going to Starbuck’s and get you coffee cos there’s no milk and the kitchen is too messy for me to make breakfast. We’ll bring you stuff.”
The Caregiver and her boyfriend left. I sat down at my computer desk and hung out on Facebook, checking out my Groups, playing CBS Sports Football Franchise Manager, and replying to the various messages from friends and family on account of my birthday. A few minutes later, The Caregiver returned, placed some items from Starbucks – including a coffee with cream, two sugars – on the kitchenette table, then, because she wasn’t going to stay home dressed to go out and with no place to go, she went off somewhere with her boyfriend.
We are supposed to go out to dinner later, but I’m tired, headachy, and don’t feel like leaving the house. I’d rather just collapse on a couch and watch a movie or read a book.
So, that’s how my 59th birthday is going – so far.
 Not an unusual occurrence here.