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I’ve gotten a lot of e-mails from people wanting to know more about my birthday dinner last week.  There really isn’t all that much to tell.

For the most part, it was nice Sunday dinner.  Granny and the Attorney took to each other pretty much right off the bat.  That was a relief.  You always hope that the people you like will like each other, but you you never know.

Especially when one of them nearly insults the other.

As warm, generous, and sweet my grandmother is, she can also speak her mind when she wants to.  And when it comes to my cooking, she doesn’t mind telling me me if I missed the mark on something.  Not to be mean, just as a comment.

So, it should have not been a complete surprise when, during dessert,  she took her first bite of the traditional pound cake and said that it was “a little off.”  If I had been a hedgehog, I would have curled into a ball in embarrassment.

Because it wasn’t my pound cake.  It was the Attorney’s.  He brought it to dinner.

Before she could fill  her mouth with more foot and pound cake, I explained as delicately as possible that he made the cake and not me.

She took it in stride and recovered with, “Oh, I see.  It’s just a different recipe.”

Equally in stride, the Attorney brushed it off with, “Maybe we could swap sometime.”

After dinner, Granny excused herself.  I knew she had worn herself out preparing for company, and needed to lay down for a nap.

So, the Attorney and I cleaned the kitchen and we wrapped up some food for him to take home.  Before he left, I took him upstairs to show him my room.

I’m not sure why I did. Nobody but me has been in therefor a long time.  I guess I wanted him to see my private space.  Kind of like when Superman took Lois Lane to the Fortress of Solitude.  Except that, if I remember the movie right, Superman banged Lois there.  I’ve don’t think I could do that in Granny’s house. (Although I did let the Attorney “roll the Cuban” for a little bit.)

We laid on the bed and talked a bit.  He told me how much he liked Granny and said a few sweet things to me.  Then, just as twilight started its way over the mountain, he started for home. Since he was heading west, there would still be daylight by the time he finished his ninety minute drive.  Not that it mattered.  Just an observation.

I decided to follow granny’s lead and lay down for a bit, too.  Not to nap.  Just to relax.  It’s funny how you don’t realize how tense (good or bad) you can get in situations like that until they are over and your body releases it.

I kicked back and let it all go.  Life is good and I felt content.  I rolled to one side and I could smell the Attorney on my pillow.  Very content.

Thirty-three is going to be a big year, I think. It was for Jesus.

I just hope I make it past Easter.

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