Cake promises

Do you keep or break them?

A very old friend of mine had a Name day recently. This is a slightly alien concept to me. Birthdays I know about but Name days are a different thing. I vaguely remember being told about them in school French lessons as we learned about the Catholic nature of much of France, but as none of my friends were French Catholic at primary school it was filed as “ er ok information” and promptly forgotten about.

Even though we are old friends, much of our adult lives have been spent in different countries and some how or other I failed to notice (Or was not TOLD about!!!) what a Name day means.

Name days mean Cake.

I suspect they mean a lot more than that, but the pertinent point I held on to, on being told about them was the stuff about the Cake. On your Name day you buy cake for everyone else. This was information that was filed as “ information to remember, information”

So I missed the Name day because my attention was elsewhere. But on being informed by the Spouse of said friend that she had had her Name day, I was a little agitated. I missed her Name day? How did I miss her Name day? I had been promised Cake on her Name day?

I felt let down.

I have subsequently had the Cake - it was saved for me, along with Ice Cream and over the last few days I have been digesting what happened.

I wasn’t actually promised Cake, I had just turned it into a promise in my mind. The promise of Cake was there, as a possibility if I should be around ( which I wasn’t) It was a slight thing, but I had taken it VERY SERIOUSLY, after all, it was Cake we were talking about.

I wondered how many Cake Promises I had made, unknowingly, where others were in an unknown to me, state of anticipation.

Probably quite a few when I think about it, metaphorical and as my sister pointed out pointedly, at least one actual.

It turns out that this episode was a lesson in Cake Karma. I learned my lesson. I have had my Cake and eaten it too ;-)

LALALA