Well, that's pretty much what I look like now that I'm sixty-eight, warts, wrinkles, age spots, sags and all. When Maggie was giving me the make-over Monday night, she was pretty convinced that her Claire's powder would cover some of that mess up. She had to admit defeat though and concentrate on the eye-shadow. In this picture, which Lily took, I am wearing the earrings she made for me. Aren't they pretty?
It's been such a sweet birthday!
I woke up to find these by the coffee pot with a love note from my sweetheart. I pondered what it was I wanted to do today and decided that I wanted to go to Monticello AND the river and that is what we did. We did a little shopping at my favorite antique store there where I had to go and cuddle and kiss my baby doll.
Y'all- something is very wrong with me. I yearn to bring this poor, slightly possessed, flaking, orange-eyed thing home. I mean, everyone that I show her to thinks I'm joking but my heart wants to give her a good final place to live where she knows she is loved. They are asking way too much money for her and she lives in a tiny dark room upstairs at the shop and no one is going to buy her, I think, so I will make an offer on her. I should have done it today.
I am a little obsessed and I truly do not know why.
We went to another store that Lily and I went to about a month or so ago that is so pretty.
Especially the part with plants. And I asked Mr. Moon to buy me a little begonia and he did.
I do love a begonia!
Then we went to the Mexican restaurant and had a nice meal.
Then home, a change into our bathing costumes, and down to the river where we met up with Lily and the OMG's and we cooled off in the river and enjoyed each other's company and they gave me a Little Debby birthday cake-ette with a golden candle.
And then of course, the skies let loose and we all hurried home.
It's been about perfect.
This morning Hank started sending me gifs, including this one.
Which I love so much.
In case you can't tell, it's Keith Richards fending off a guy who got past stage security and was heading right towards Mick Jagger, with cat-like swiftness and a guitar .
I mean really- who doesn't love that?
And now I think that yes, Mr. Moon is going to grill us some more fish and a martini is in the offing and a chat with Lis and Lon and I can't imagine a better day, all in all. One of the very best parts of it is that not only did Mr. Moon sweetly agree to accompany me shopping and to lunch and then to the river, but that being with him was what I wanted to do.
I am so very lucky in love.
All right. I am older but not yet ancient. Also, no wiser. I'm waiting for that part of aging to show up, drumming my fingers on the table and thinking of a doll that no one else wants.