On July 10th, I celebrated my 75th Birthday. It has been a phenomenal journey if you consider I was born two months premature, and only survived because incubators for babies had been invented. But in spite of the odds against me, with incredible parents who never gave up on their dream to have children, I thrived and I am here all these years later. Sometimes, it feels incredible that I have been given this amazing life, and even more so during the past twenty years shared with my dear husband, Jimmy. God surely saved the best for the latter years of my existence. Being seventy-five years old isn't so bad. I can still think, and do most activities I wish to do-well almost all of them! Anyway, here's how we spent the day...
From there we traveled south on I-75 across the Peace River to Punta Gorda to a gallery called the Visual Arts Center. Not only is there a gallery and gift shop here, there are also a number of class rooms where classes are given for a wide variety of artistic endeavors. The gift shop displays the products of those classrooms for artists desiring to sell their work, and includes multiple options from jewelry, pottery, wood carvings, stained glass, and every medium of artwork you would expect-watercolor, pastels, acrylic, and oil renderings. Between the gallery rooms and the gift shop, we spent considerable time taking in the entire venue. Lovely, inspiring, cool (air conditioning), and a totally relaxing experience evolved out of this trip. (Jim was motivated to take up wood carving since, and I may try an entirely new medium called alcohol ink painting. More on both of those in a later blog.)
We continued the day with dinner at Olive Garden, arriving during the start of a heavy downpour of rain, laced with loud thunder and flashing lightning. It was a relief to get inside the restaurant. Being one of our favorite restaurants, we opted for our usual selections-Eggplant Parmesan for me and Tour of Italy for Jim. The inclement weather continued throughout our meal in a total downpour with wind pushing the rain horizontally across the parking lot and into the restaurant's windows. So a shared tiramisu dessert and coffee completed the meal before we braved the walk to the car.
And what's a birthday without a birthday cake? Jimmy had gone out early in the morning before I awoke, and hid a beautiful cake in the refrigerator unbeknown to me. This surprise finished up a beautiful day spent leisurely and memorably in honor of my 75th birthday. I couldn't have asked for, nor planned, anything better.