My 65th birthday is coming up fast, and my husband wants to get me the perfect present. He has asked me for ideas, and I have come up blank. This is a tricky situation. What do I ask for that would thrill me without it being too extravagant? My husband’s 65th birthday is less than a year after mine, and I will be in the same situation he is in, except he already knows what he wants. A new watch. I will not have to go through what he is going through now: having a spouse who is indecisive.
I don’t know if my indecision is because I want so many things, or if there isn’t anything that I’m dying to have. I think it’s the latter. Besides, there’s the other problem I face. Once I figure out what it is I want, then the fun is over. For as sure as I tell George that such-and-such is what I want, something else will strike my fancy, and I’ll regret my decision. Case in point: Yesterday we were in Blue Ridge Mountain Sports, and I saw the most amazing apple green Deuter backpack (it’s German) that I fell in love with. It had so many pockets and places to stash things, it was lightweight, felt great on my back, and I could picture myself using it when I walked to the library to carry my books back and forth. I could stick my iPad in an inside pocket and walk to town, and if it got warm, I could put my sweater inside it, or if it got cold, I could pull my sweatshirt out of it. When we go on trips, I could fill it with everything I want to get at quickly. Yes, it would be the perfect 65th birthday present. George could tell how excited I was. The sales associate, who was so helpful in showing me all the features (did I mention it has a rain cover that acts as a giant shower cap in case I get caught in the rain?) could tell I was excited. I made the day for the two of them with my enthusiasm. George was finally at peace. And then…
Then I left the store and started to second-guess myself. The backpack might be bigger than I really need. I can’t picture myself wearing it around town except to the library. Would I get enough use out of it, considering the price? I talked myself out of it.
I’ve thought about asking for a new bow for my violin, but I rather like my old bow. Plus, it’s a great excuse to use when I sound screechy. “Sorry, but I need a new bow.” How about binoculars? I’d like to join the Audubon Society and take up bird-watching. But, wait…I’m over that now. A Kitchen-Aid stand mixer? Yikes, I can see my expanding waistline already, not to mention George’s, as we stuff our mouths with cookies, breads, pastries, muffins, etc. Forget that! I don’t need a new camera, I don’t wear a watch anymore except to time the rector’s sermons, I’m not a collector, and I don’t want a new iPod Nano until I get a new car that has an MP3 jack (and that is years down the road).
Truth be told, I’d be happy with a nice dinner out, which I was going to get anyways. I’m just not a very needy person. I’m content with what I have and don’t pine for anything particular. I’m letting George off the hook. Hear that, Honey? You don’t have to fret over what to get me anymore. Really. I don’t need a present. I don’t even want a present. I’m so over it. I mean it. Absolutely.
Oh, wait, wait, wait! How much are those massage chairs in Brookstone? I’ve always wanted one of those, I think.