Ooh.. no more.. stuffed. *urp*
This birthday was actually pretty rockin’.
Spent a very pleasant afternoon, including a lovely drive to the nearby town of Winters. Russell Boulevard is gorgeous this time of year, and it’s a speed my car can handle. Nothing like a relaxing drive through the countryside to lift the spirits.
Had dinner with Dad and Patti (stepmother) at the Buckhorn. It’s a very high-class steakhouse. I’ve never eaten there before, and I have to say I was very impressed. During the course of dinner, father presented me with a small package. It is worth noting that he has a method of being able to do something very casually, yet in such a way that it is clear it means a great deal more. Sort of the opposite of plausible deniablility. Those who know him would know that him placing something on the table without comment, with all the pomp of emptying a bit of pocket lint or a rusty screwdriver, means that it is something of great importance. Opening it carefully, I had to fight back some tears.
It was the Hamilton.
Our family does not have much in the way of treasured heirlooms and priceless antiques, but this watch belonged to my great-grandfather. It is not a valuable thing, but having it entrusted to me… Wow.
In any case, entirely too much food was eaten - I shall not have to eat for a week, I think - and pleasant company of family had.
On the way to gaming night, Ran into two of my friends just as they were leaving, and was additionally gifted! A nice card with a cat in a sweater, a Whole Foods gift card, and a lovely pocket edition of the Hobbit!