Mom made a cake. Yes, my 80-something-year-old ( I wont say exactly ) Mother baked me a Birthday cake. I suppose I should stop squawking about sharing my childhood Birthday cakes with my sibling — but where’s the fun in that? I’m 60, I should be allowed to squawk about whatever I want to squawk about.

Having said that, my nephews suggested putting candles on the cake and my dear sweet Mother said, “no, the cake is a little overcooked as it is”. Now wait a minute, was that a comment about my age?


Aside from a dear friend ( Sharon Day ) giving me Dale the Doll, I suppose the best gift was a t-shirt that read, “I wanted to go jogging but Proverbs 28:1.” Trust me, I laughed.

Willy cleaned up my old study. He helped by taking home a big box of electronics and games — ha ha. Oddly enough, he didn’t want any of my books.

I don’t know what life after 60 will bring, but it started with cake.

Author: Barry Huddleston

Your steampunk lodge of the retro-future

2 thoughts on “Birthday”

  1. Happy Birthday to Barry! You made it to 60 — now what? LOL, just enjoy. And think of all the senior discounts you are on your way to qualifying for.

    1. I went to the movies and an elderly lady was selling the tickets. She asked my age and sold me tickets at the senior discount. She went on to say, “every little bit helps.” It was a nice gesture but it kind of hurt my feelings —- lol.

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