Wonderland Challenge 2020

An Un-birthday

         PROMPT: Celebrate your un-birthday in a wonderful blog entry.

         

         

         

         

         Happy Un-birthday to me! This means I have not aged, not one bit. Hooray! I'd whistle, but I have yet to master that skill. With a few dazzling dance moves, a shimmy, a shake, and a twirl I slide across the floor. I just realized I missed my calling. I could've been a grippy sock tester. Wait, this is not a time for regrets.

         Into the air, I raise a cup of tea in a toast. This is a most auspicious occasion. In the oven, is a celebratory chocolate cake complete with walnuts 'cause this treat's for me and not the I-don't-like-nuts naysayers. I plan on enjoying not one, but two slices before I save the remainder in the freezer. Hey, I'll only live once. The condemning conniving calories have not been invited either.

         Actually, no one has received an invitation. This is a quarantine party. That persistent COVID-19 can knock all it wants at my door, it's not coming in.

          The gifts I choose to bestow upon myself are solitude and self-reflection. I thought they'd pair well with self-isolation. These three plus me, myself, and I keep the loneliness at bay. We have so much in common, it's uncanny. We finish each other's sentences and fill in the memory gaps. To our chortling glee, we understand and appreciate the same types of humour. Unlike our family members, we do not admonish each other as being too loud. What volume? No shushing permitted. Yes, we talk and carry on . Our taste in music, movies, and books is eerily similar. I've discovered that we all like to dabble in doodling, too.

         Mom believed in un-birthdays. They never had a pre-planned arrival, or itinerary. They just appeared whenever they felt like it. No one stood upon formality. Pyjamas were perfectly acceptable attire.Spontaneous sums them up. Their laughter and shenanigans delighted me. Oh, how they gobbled cake and slurped ice cream. Sometimes, they created a picnic on the floor complete with a table cloth and Mom's "good china", mismatched paper plates.

         The newest member of the menagerie that is me grumbles a bit less now. At one-year old, this knee replacement has struggled to fit in. The rest of my body has had a considerable lifetime to arrange a truce and a begrudging respect. It still hesitates to run and dance, but I understand it's an infant. It's still only capable of baby steps. It may be my un-birthday, but this knee is celebrating it's first birthday. I believe it is learning to like this joint. We strive to be all-inclusive.

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