My friend’s birthday is today. Crappy time for a birthday. I asked her if she wanted to come over for dinner. Just a small gathering; the two of us and maybe another friend. She thought about it and then declined. Her dad is 85 and has kidney cancer. He is having surgery next week and she does not want to compromise his health in any way. I thought for a while. What could I do for her that would not compromise her, me or ultimately her dad. I mean, it’s still her birthday. And what better way to celebrate than with a cake? So I made one – chocolate, her favorite. I texted her and told her I was bringing her something for her biirthday. When I got to her house I was going to just drop off the cake but Jenni invited me in. We joked about keeping a 6 foot distance but then we started talking. She told me about her concern that they would cancel her dad’s surgery because of the virus, her worry for her daughter, who is a nurse and working overtime with a shortage of equipment. I shared my concern for my elderly dad and my daughter who has to go into work because her job is considered “essential”. Even though we stood at opposite ends of her kitchen we were still able to connect about our common concerns.
On the way home I bought more flour and sugar. I think this cake thing may have legs.