My son always has a tendency to give me what I consider to be extravagant gifts for my birthday or for the holidays. I feel bad that he’ll spend too much on me, so I sent him a note recently, saying that if he planned to get me a gift at all for Christmas, THIS was something that would be a really nice gift, and nothing else.
I had always wanted a Venetian glass pen, and I recently got one for myself. Then, I saw this one and thought I’d love another one…they’re elegant to look at, fun to write with, and make interesting calligraphic marks on the paper. It's fun experimenting with sketching, too.
But then, after I sent him the note, it hit me that it might be kind of nervy to be asking for a gift, so I wrote again:
If you weren’t planning to get me a gift for Christmas, then you could get it for my Birthday instead.
This, too, hit me as perhaps somewhat audacious. I mean, a lot of things could happen between now and next October, so I wrote him still another note, and said:
But if I die before my Birthday, then,... “Never Mind!”
“Hmmmm...Always good to take into consideration the death factor when thinking about gifts.”
one never knows...;))