WHTBY FREE 13RESS, WEDNESDAY, JANUARY. 27, 1988, PAGE 5 He knew it would be a eryordinary day wheti he first woke. The baby stirred, then cried in her sleep. Dawn bleached the stars from the sky. Finally, the baby made up her mind and cried herself awake. ' He put on his rattiest dressing gown and began the day with a philosophical discussion witha 30-nionth old. "Put on your pyjamas." "No!" "You'll get cold." "No 'jamies." Relenting, he picked her up, wrapped her in her blanket and sat to rock. It was six fifteen, the sky holding the first tints of day. The shooting star appeared, fat and lazy and green, just over the neighbor's house. It floated in an easy curve, moving the way a frisbee does, as though it would defy giravity. It dwindled toa point and disappeared. Not a bad omen for a birthday, he thought. Kingdoms have been made and lost on less., The baby fell asleep in his arms. He deposited her in the crib and tip-toed out, pulling the door gently behind him. With luck she would sleep another two hours.. Downstairs, the fire in the wood-burning stoye had all butgone out. No more than a couple of armloKds of wood weré left in the shed. Better to forgo the fire today; it'd likely.be a day or two before they could get in a new sup- ply. He was out of the house at a quarter of eight. First stop, the printers. It was to be a 20-page college paper; press run, twenty-six hundred. It'd be done by three or so, they said. And the pictures: not too many this time, sized properly. Andthe strip-joint ad, someone asked; they running pic- tures with those ads again? Those cotild be your daughter, he said. That's not fair, the older one answered: I guess you're WITH OUR^ FEET UP by Bill Swan Day of the shooting star too young'to have daughters that old. That, from a guy younger yet than he. A small birthday present, but these days they come small. He said nothing. He drove to school. Before the first class he marked a few papers, making the appropriate marks,.some corrections but mostly en- couragements. On a few outstanding examples he smiléd what he thought to be his impish smile, then drew round, childish happy faces. Happy day to you, too. The first class, a planning session for his second year students, was relaxed. The next two hours he spent with a first year class, helping.students shape ideas for stories, plan the next week's work. At noon, a meeting. Union and management hurled boring cliches. On.,birthday, he thought, one has the right to be impatient. Should grown person really spend time over gnats? Back in his office, a note: firewood would be $200a bush cord, deliveréd, two years seasoned, delivery anytime. Happy birthday. Hesmiled. Yourwife was in, his office mate said. Happy birthday. Thanks. The union meeting lunch felt heavy. Several parcels of marking confronted him; reports to write, documents to file, phone calls to make. he knew they wouldn't get done today. Outside the office door, some commotion. A gaggle of students, milling, laughing. They burst intosong: Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. They pushed their way into the small office, the leader carrying a caféteria muffin; a wooden fork had been jammed into the centre, its small flame defiant. He laughed, blew out the flame. Thanks. How old, someone asked. Start a pool, he said. Everybody throw in a buck. l'll let you know who's closest. Sure, they said, you'd flunk the winner, ha, ha. After they left, he made a couple of phone calls, fielded another. He eyed the muffin, then thought better. He had an hour or more before the paper bad to.be picked up. He picked up his gym bag. If you can't run on your birthday, he thought, when can you? Once on'the road he ran thir- teen kilometres because it sounded like more than eight miles. He hadn't planned to run that far, but wasn't the shooting star a good omen? For the second time that day he: drove to the printers twenty-three kilometres there and back. He loaded the station wagon with the college paper, headed back to school. One lone student helped him unload. It was five *o'clock. At least the paper would be available for distribution in the morning. Before he pulled his office door shut, he eyed the pile of marking, then his brief case. Not tonight, he thought; a good evening to be kind to yourself. It's not every day you turn forty nine. Huntington is sentenced to twelve-month jailterm A former area man has been sen- tenced in Whitby court for his part in the 1982 death of Brooklin resident Clark Major. Daniel Huntington, 53, who now lives in Powassan, near North Bay, was sentenced to 12 months incar- ceration by Judge'Lloyd A. Woods. 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