I am 25 hours and 15 minutes older than Lydia. I have been since we were twelve. Well technically I've been 25 hours and 15 minutes older than Lydia for the last 44 years, but I didn't know about it until we met, in sixth grade.
Over the last twenty-odd years, we have often celebrated our birthdays together. Particularly memorable was our 25th, when we downed several glasses of wine with the following toast: "A quarter of a century old, and we haven't learned a damn thing." For the past fifteen years or so, geography and family obligations have prevented us from celebrating in person, so I have called her on her birthday. Except I didn't call her this year. Or last year.
Because she has moved. And she has an unlisted phone number. And I have no way of finding her. I don't know her new address. I'm not even sure which city she's in. Her parents moved several years ago, and most likely have passed on by now. I've tried searching the web, but came up empty handed. She's been in her new digs long enough that her mail won't get forwarded if I try sending something to her old address.
Here's the really maddening thing...she called a year or so ago and left a message on my machine, saying "Call me." But she didn't leave her number. Can you say AAGGGHHHH? Earth to Lydia - if I had your number I would call you.
So, if anyone out there happens to know Lydia, tell her happy birthday for me. And let her know I don't have her number. And if you're Lydia, and you're reading this...call me, you big doofus.