silk satin party hat with blue ostrich pom pom by Satya Twena
It was my birthday this week. I am now closer to forty than thirty.
Pause here for emphasis.
... for my son's birthday the next day (and also because I dedicate a lot of mental energy to wishing I could save Anakin from his dark side), and then spent the rest of the day planted in front of my computer, trying to get next week's work done so I can go on vacation. I kept my party spirits up with a box of Roses (Valentine's Day loot), and then felt so sick that I couldn't have birthday-dinner that night. Delicate stomachs are not uncommon at my advanced age.
The highlight of my day happened at 6.30 a.m. when my fourteen-year-old brought a cup of tea—the very first cup of tea he has ever made—to my bedside. (Aside: I used to make tea for my mother—and myself—before I could make my letters turn the right way, but it seems American kids are somewhat wary of scalding water and somewhat uninterested in developing stewing and stirring skills. Hence, tea that has been brewing for fourteen years is very potent indeed.) Hot on his heels was my almost-eight-year-old with two beautiful new bird drawings to add to my collection of 8,000 bird drawings. Much as I hate to send the message that you don't have to spend money on me to make me happy, I was completely overcome.
Onward to another year!