Precedent, you might say.
And now I have clean pillowcases and blankets.
It’s been a lovely birthday, considering. My best friend from 6th grade called and we had a lovely chat and I actually laughed and it didn’t hurt. I talked to one of my brothers that I haven’t talked to in a long time and that was very fine. My good friend Harvey gave me a call too and it was great to hear his voice.
And Lon and Lis called and sang me Happy Birthday which is the sweetest rendition of Happy Birthday on earth.
I’ve gotten cards and texts and FB love and Hank and Rachel came out for a little masked visit. We even went out and picked a few things from the garden.
Another one of the new hens gave us an egg. This one is almost cocoa brown. A work of art!
And it’s been drizzling all day which I love.
Speaking of works of art- the cake! It’s so pretty! I can’t wait to taste it.
And so, despite global pandemic and broken ribs, I’ve had so many reasons to celebrate, to be cheerful and actually happy. And I am. Hell, I even got to see the episode on The Office where Jim kissed Pam.
I almost lost it. I had to get up and go find my husband and kiss him.
I cannot complain and I will not complain. I probably will tomorrow but certainly not today.
I am thinking of those pictures on the internets of famous models and movie stars who wear bikinis on beautiful beaches where the headline is always something like, “And This Is What Sixty Looks Like!” and I sort of want to die and I sort of want to puke but as I told Mary Lane today I think one of the most painful things in the world would be vomiting with broken ribs and I do not really want to die yet so I’ll just let the Cindy Crawford’s and the Elizabeth Hurleys of the world continue with their diets and Pilates and plastic surgeries and fillers and Botox and all of the things that make them so fine and I will be completely content with being able to laugh without pain, to be able to sleep comfortably, to eat my coconut cake, to love my babies and be loved by them, and to know that eventually I will be strong and well again.
I am a lucky woman. A lucky, sixty-six year old woman.
Thank you for being part of my world. My lucky world.