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The last I looked, there was no way to delete a birthday from the Apple built-in Calendar Birthday calendar. I've tried; one of my ex-boyfriend's birthday keeps coming up three years after my husband proposed to me. Apple didn't have a solution then, and since it doesn't seem to have solutions for most of its other lame usability products, I haven't bothered to keep trying.
But.
When I sat down here, the Birthday calendar told me that Dad's birthday was in 41 minutes. It was having a countdown.in fact. Now it's 31 minutes (we had a brief pause while I went in to get something from the bedroom, where Chaz and Barry where playing The Best Game Evah -- with string! -- but now I'm back). Dad would have been 76 this birthday. He didn't quite make it to 75. I miss him, and I already knew his birthday was coming next week, this week, on Sunday. It's two days after the Fourth of July, after all. A minor blip on the calendar, after all. But.
I think of my father. "It's not rocket science!" is a common refrain these days, and Dad was a rocket scientist. He taught me the essence of calculus when I was twelve. (I was the math one of his children.) We played Mastermind so often we could guess each other's secret set in two moves. We had very similar personalities, too. His side of the family was the smart-alec side, though both sides were depressed. He kept secrets very, very well, and held Top Secret and Classified security clearances for most of his adult life. He rarely said anything about his jobs, and rarely anything about his personal life, until we argued him into after he had open heart surgery without telling us (though he told my grandmother). Our parents divorced when I was four, and until I got old enough to drive we spent our summers at his house in Alabama. I saw him once a year until the last five our so, which oddly corresponded with meeting my husband. Dad was too ill to come to our wedding, and I was too ill to bring Chaz out before Dad died, though I'd intended to. Or was I?
I miss Dad, though I've missed him before, often, for different reasons. Still, I remember him, and know what good things he's done for me, and the impressions he's made on my life, and I love him.
Dad's birthday is in 20 minutes. I hope my friends wish him well. I know I do.
But.
When I sat down here, the Birthday calendar told me that Dad's birthday was in 41 minutes. It was having a countdown.in fact. Now it's 31 minutes (we had a brief pause while I went in to get something from the bedroom, where Chaz and Barry where playing The Best Game Evah -- with string! -- but now I'm back). Dad would have been 76 this birthday. He didn't quite make it to 75. I miss him, and I already knew his birthday was coming next week, this week, on Sunday. It's two days after the Fourth of July, after all. A minor blip on the calendar, after all. But.
I think of my father. "It's not rocket science!" is a common refrain these days, and Dad was a rocket scientist. He taught me the essence of calculus when I was twelve. (I was the math one of his children.) We played Mastermind so often we could guess each other's secret set in two moves. We had very similar personalities, too. His side of the family was the smart-alec side, though both sides were depressed. He kept secrets very, very well, and held Top Secret and Classified security clearances for most of his adult life. He rarely said anything about his jobs, and rarely anything about his personal life, until we argued him into after he had open heart surgery without telling us (though he told my grandmother). Our parents divorced when I was four, and until I got old enough to drive we spent our summers at his house in Alabama. I saw him once a year until the last five our so, which oddly corresponded with meeting my husband. Dad was too ill to come to our wedding, and I was too ill to bring Chaz out before Dad died, though I'd intended to. Or was I?
I miss Dad, though I've missed him before, often, for different reasons. Still, I remember him, and know what good things he's done for me, and the impressions he's made on my life, and I love him.
Dad's birthday is in 20 minutes. I hope my friends wish him well. I know I do.
