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mdlbearToday is Colleen's 72nd birthday. I'm having cheese and crackers for lunch, and expect to be having gin-and-tonic before dinner, then Szechuan Chinese, with green tea. It's about as close as I can come to our old household traditions.
My birthday was Wednesday; if we'd been back at the Starport in San Jose we would have had our usual open house, with pizza and assorted cheeses. Here I had the pizza on Thursday (Pi day), and the cheese today.
Today would have been the "It's Green" potluck party; we would have had Green Rooster beer, corned beef and cabbage, and a chocolate cake with creme-de-menth iceing. The invitations included the line "As usual, it's from Noon 'til Midnight (or later!) -- drop in any time; no need to RSVP; kids, friends, and musical instruments welcome." There were/are quite a few people in the household with birthdays in March.
It was Colleen, mostly, who made the potluck parties and Wednesday open houses legendary. I mostly hung out in either the kitchen or my office, talking with a few people at a time, which was all I could handle. Introvert.
Sadly few, if any, of our household traditions survived the move to Seattle. And if they had, they wouldn't have survived two subsequent moves and COVID-19. I don't think either of us realized just how big a support group we had left behind.
