January 6, 2009

Long, Long, Ago, In A Galaxy Far, Far, Away...

...I was born on this day.

Let me describe how dumb I am. Sit down, those that want to take the microphone. I can handle this myself today.

It is my birthday. As an adult, that is a fine thing (it beats not having any more birthdays), but it's not kid-giddy, nor should it be. Birthday greetings are coming in, which is very nice, actually. And my sisters have both called already to sing to me, something we always do. Gilly put the kids on, and I enjoyed a wonderful harmony with little Manuel, 8, singing like he was a tiny drunk at an Irish wake.

Gilly, Roz and I all sing the same way at birthdays: we imitate the waitresses that used to work at the Black Forest Inn in Hamilton. It was the only restaurant my father would go to, and it signaled a big, big family deal when we all went. We'd go for his birthday, take up the whole huge round table at the front, and the German/Austrian waitresses would gather round in their Heidi dresses and sign "Happy Birsday" to him. Looking back, it was probably those dresses with low-cut blouses that put that goofy smile on my father's face.

And now, we call and sing "Happy Birsday" to each other.

So far, so good. Something was nagging at the back of my head, something that told me it was more than my birthday. Ah. Licence sticker day. Damn. The car is in my name, the one the Poor Sod drives, and the licence sticker expires. Today. Damn.

No problem. I'll scoot over later and get the sticker. I hauled out the long-forgotten notice from the ministry. And stared at the red star beside notification. I need a Drive Clean test. Well, I don't. The car does.

This car was just safety-ed when we got it in the summer - it's mint. I hate the Drive Clean Campaign, especially when I'm sitting behind some belching, foul-piped piece of crap at a light, and wondering how they circumvented the rules.

I called Jim, my mechanic at Ardent Automotive. He and Nigel have saved my arse so many times, I swear they're gonna install caller ID just so they can avoid me.
"Jim, it's Lorraine." "Hi, Lorraine." "I have a problem. Today's my birthday." "Well, happy birthday!" (I swear, this man must have been standing there wondering how a woman could be so desperate she'd call her mechanic for birthday greetings.)

"I forgot to get my licence sticker for the car, and now I went to get it, but I forgot I need a Drive Clean," I explained. I heard some gentle chuckling on the other end. "Bring it by, we'll do it for you," he assured me. "Well, the Poor Sod has the car. He's at work." "Tell him to bring it by after work. We'll be here."

Once again, I am saved by the kindness of friends. So, thanks for the greetings, the songs and the Drive Cleans.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday and many, many, more!!! Drive Clean...Just had my truck done this a.m. and the next thing on the list, according to my mechanic for the government is, safties done ever year or other on vehicles.. Good I suppose, but more a cash grab in my eyes. Just rumblings now but look out. It will play shortly on a channel in our lives.


January 06, 2009 1:07 PM  
Blogger Nursedude said...

Many happy returns! Do the poor sod and boys do anything special for you on this day?

January 06, 2009 6:00 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

Gotta tell you, Ari bought me the best salt&pepper shakers. He made his buddies hang out in a kitchen store for 25 minutes while he chose them. The fact he loves kitchen stores mitigates this not a bit.

Didn't have to cook dinner (not that I do much anyway)...and a 17-year-old as your DD is a blessing...

Thanks everyone. 29 has been a blast!

January 06, 2009 7:42 PM  
Blogger DJW said...

You're not 29 anymore?
I didn't get that memo.
Happy Birthday!


January 06, 2009 10:29 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


p.s. don't out me or I'll get even. evener.

January 07, 2009 2:20 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

"even evener"

Ah, yes. Another writer in the family...who just had her 50th...

January 07, 2009 2:57 PM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

And what's wrong with 50, might I ask????

January 08, 2009 8:36 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ozzie: I must agree. Not a thing when I start looking at being two years from 60 this February. Puzzling just where the time goes but no regrets. I have had a ball and wouldn't change a thing. Did some great things and have met a hell of a lot of nice people, the others, well, they just don't count. The nice ones are the ones that matter...


January 08, 2009 8:43 AM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

Or was it just another "poke" from sis to sis? Some things never change. Take it from one who knows - I have four sisters! BTW, where is Gill (our little Miss Sunshine)?

January 08, 2009 1:12 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am more than a little late on this conversation...but I did call first to wish Epiphany Joan a happy birthday!


January 26, 2009 10:01 AM  

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