It’s Sewa Yoleme Day! October 24, 2008
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Yes, my dear Craig (aka Maito Sewa Yoleme) has a birthday today. I won’t tell you how old he is, but let’s just say I posted this two years ago in my 365 project:
266/365 Marguerite
was always Mom to Craig’s good friends. Fifty-one years ago today, she changed my life forever, and I wouldn’t even be born for six-and-a-half years. That must be among a mother’s Secret Powers: unleashing an energy onto the world that will Utterly Change Everything.
I suppose I should attempt to write something new and incredibly touching about Craig, but I really haven’t time at the moment, and he is getting a prezzie in the mail, so let’s just pick up his 44 words from before, eh?
69/365 Craig
When on phone duty at work, he announced my calls to Tim with “It’s that slut you call a wife.” The ensuing years have been filled with further abuse, cattiness, sarcasm, and depravity. Obviously he’s one of the best friends I have ever had.
Finally, for those of you interested in an episode in which Indigo Bunting says to Sewa Yoleme “You are so gay,” I refer you to a previous post in Songs from the Field.
HIPY PAPY BTHUTHDTH THUTHDA BTHUTHDY, dear Craig, and many happy returns of the day.
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Happy Birthday to Craig!
For the past two years, I seem to have called myself a year older than I actually was. About seven months in, I’m always shocked to learn that I’m younger than I thought I was.
On my birthdays, I always spend a lot of time with Mom. After all, she went through fifteen miscarriages trying to have me!
I’ve been looking at the various If Today Is Your Birthday astrology readings, and since they all disagree with one another, I’ve decided to choose one and forget all the rest. Wanna see what’s ahead for me this year? Will I survive it all?
Hurrah, my friend, and hoist one for me.
You sound like you have some very long-running friendships. How wonderful.
Happy Birthday, Craig!! Did your mom really have all those miscarriages? I’ll assume she had a fraction of 15, but even one miscarriage is painful in every way. I’m sure she adores you!
Hey, today is my son’s birthday! I adore him, too.
Happy Birthday Craig. I had a lovely friend, James, who would refer to me as his hussy. Mmmm. I miss him.
Susan, she actually had fifteen of them. Most were fairly early-term ones, but several were developed enough that she could tell the gender: all boys. She’s always been pretty sanguine about them, which is why I was so thrown when a co-worker many years ago felt such tremendous trauma over a miscarriage; I had assumed my mother’s experience was typical.
But yes, she adores me, and I her.
She She, there really are too few hussies around these days. Lots of sluts, but very few hussies.
It was a day to be celebrated, certainly. And we did. And well. The carnage was amazing and sublime. The view spectacular. The company incomparable. The import staggering. May there be as many more as he sees fit we should be blest.
Ah, Adam, so glad to finally get a full report. It sounds as if things are as they should be.