Forgetting is a deadly cycle!
I was little bewildered last month when my paternal grandparents forgot my birthday. Like, I saw them two days after it, and they didn’t say anything. But, I thought, they’ve been so busy moving (they had just moved into a new house after living in their old one for over 40 years!) that it had slipped their minds, so I didn’t worry about it, it wasn’t a big deal. My birthday was just kinda… strange this year.
So today they were having a little get together for everyone who helped them move, and unbeknownst to me we were supposed to be there at 4. Mum was having to come from the theater so she wasn’t home, it was just me and dad, and dad was out mowing. So it comes around to 4:30 and dad is still mowing and the phone rings, and it’s Mama Gin. I didn’t get it in time, but when I did and saw her name on the caller ID, I thought… hm. So I went outside to ask dad when we were supposed to be over there, and he said, “Um… now.” He ran inside to take a shower while I called over and said “we’re a few minutes late we’ll be there in a minute!” So we finally got there at 5, a good hour late.
But! Funny thing was, Mama Gin had remembered she’d forgotten my birthday and said we were even now and gave me a card she made. And it’s the cutest little card, it made ME feel kinda bad because I didn’t want her to feel bad about missing it.
But then we had a great dinner, and I got a birthday present and we were all happy so really I guess it isn’t a deadly cycle at all, but… um, I lost my train of thought.