{"id":1288,"date":"2013-02-03T19:37:21","date_gmt":"2013-02-04T00:37:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/?p=1288"},"modified":"2013-02-03T19:37:21","modified_gmt":"2013-02-04T00:37:21","slug":"so-many-clarences","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/2013\/02\/03\/so-many-clarences\/","title":{"rendered":"So Many Clarences"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/2013\/02\/03\/so-many-clarences\/bday-cake\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-1289\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1289\" alt=\"bday cake\" src=\"https:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/bday-cake-e1359937900993.jpg\" width=\"600\" height=\"800\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/bday-cake-e1359937900993.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/bday-cake-e1359937900993-225x300.jpg 225w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Today is my birthday.\u00a0 Notoriously the day before my birthday I do a ritual mini pity party, a kind of taking stock of where I stand an examination of my life previous birthday to present.\u00a0 So even though I spent a great day with my best friend and her daughter I felt compelled to examine pounds lost or (mostly) gained.\u00a0 Good deeds, downfalls, accomplishments, thank yous received and thank yous doled out. \u00a0Have I remembered to take care of me, do wonderful things for me, or have I gotten lost in the life gets in the way shuffle. \u00a0Is God mad at me or have I put another rung on the good-Karma ladder to heaven.<\/p>\n<p>Mostly I am not a very good judge of these things, my view is somewhat myopic, and I can be hard on myself.\u00a0 Aren\u2019t most people?\u00a0 The one thing I came away with is\u2026God ain\u2019t mad at me.\u00a0 Other than that it\u2019s still pretty much up in the air.\u00a0 And then\u2026<\/p>\n<p>Today started with my Stowe Ln family when the Aunt Ms came bursting through the door around 8:30am.\u00a0 How did they know I was awake?\u00a0 It\u2019s all about the blinds in my office.\u00a0 If they are open, I\u2019m up.\u00a0 If they are closed I\u2019m not. \u00a0If they are closed for too long, or never open they are coming in to search and rescue.\u00a0 Love those little guardian angels.\u00a0 So I was up and in they came with flowers, and wine (for later, don\u2019t get smart) and cards and love and birthday greetings.\u00a0 Commence with the coffee and the start of the official birthday.<\/p>\n<p>Then on to my Mother\u2019s for breakfast with her and my sister.\u00a0 Eggs over easy, bacon, coffee (which I picked up for Terri and I), \u00a0and the best Italian club rolls in Bergen County (wait for it\u2026which I picked up on my way in) and my favorite cake made with love by my Sister, Pineapple Upside Down Cake.\u00a0 Terri, once burned twice shy, refuses to turn it upside down.\u00a0 We did make progress today turning individual pieces as we went.\u00a0 It\u2019s a start. \u00a0\u00a0A pop-in from my cousin Nancy who we get closer and closer to each year and this phase of the official birthday is complete.\u00a0 How wonderful to have this ritual.<\/p>\n<p>All along my phone is pinging with birthday messages from friends and colleagues and acquaintances all leaving wishes on Facebook.\u00a0 One text after another from the dearest of the dear, my Summer Sister, my favorite two boys, a Zumba girl, the beloved black sheep Sistah and the Ladies Auxiliary.<\/p>\n<p>The phone call I wait for each year from my oldest friend, Marcy and the added bonus of her Mother Norma in the car with her.<\/p>\n<p>Back on Stowe Ln the Aunt Ms come back for the last round of the day bearing one more gift.\u00a0 The now coveted Pistachio Cake.\u00a0 It is so amazing I could eat it for breakfast, oh wait, I do eat it for breakfast.\u00a0 So now to open the wine and truly catch up on all things Stowe Ln.<\/p>\n<p>There is a running joke in my family that my name, Sandra, is somehow a derivative of George. \u00a0When people my age were being born it was practically mandatory to be named after a saint.\u00a0 This is how my mother got around it.\u00a0 Add to that the fact that my sister has been calling me George Bailey for a decade or so and it all seems to fit somehow.\u00a0\u00a0 I know like I know that no matter how I question my status in the universe the day before my birthday, any number of Clarences will come along to show me that I have not failed. \u00a0They all will get their wings and I am deeply grateful for each of them.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/2013\/02\/03\/so-many-clarences\/george-from-clarence\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-1290\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" 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