Although at this time of day, on John’s actual birth day, I wasn’t even in hard labor – he didn’t arrive until about 11:20 p.m. on March 18, 1987.
John at empty Miller Park, weeks before opening day
John went down to Iowa City last night to see Every Time I Die and I haven’t heard from him yet, though I did text him his birthday song.
I feel funny that I’m not making food – last year I over-nighted brownies to his school, because I knew he was in the studio printing up stuff for his senior show. Looks like last year I made salted caramel tart – but not till a bit after his birthday. Other years have featured pasta al’Arrabiata, or beef stew, and for a while there was always a mint chocolate chip ice cream pie – oreo cookie crust, ice cream and a fudgey topping. Maybe I’ll go to Milwaukee Saturday and take him out to dinner, but it’s supposed to snow. If he was here this morning, I’d make waffles and bacon.
