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Yesterday was a lovely afternoon. The morning was a filled with shades of minor migraine, but once I was able to beat it back into submission, the afternoon was terrific. I’m not sure where this migraine was lurking, but it started slapping me around Monday evening. If it’s a fluke, I’ll be grateful.
The afternoon was spent enjoying the great outdoors and the evening was devoted to Cat and her 40th birthday. It was a nice, intimate affair with only 4-5 of us at any time.
I think I’m always surprised by adults who actually enjoy and give great importance to their birthday. I’ve spent so much of my life ignoring my own and wishing it would just cease to occur, that I can’t imagine people wanting to be the center of attention for a day. It’s nice for me because I can focus on them for a day and lavish them with gifts, but I still don’t understand it. If I really concentrate, I can actually remember my level of excitement around Christmas time and apply that to my youthful birthdays. Perhaps that’s how one is supposed to feel. But I don’t even remember being excited about my first 11 years. I guess when one has tried to make their birthday disappear since they were 12, it’s hard to remember any other way of being.
Nevertheless, it was a lovely gathering wherein I met new people and enjoyed sharing energy with them. I am also excited that today I will spend in the haughty pursuit of Doing Nothing with a new friend. Our goal is to sit and do nothing together and just be happy. I’ll let you know how that works.
But, before that happens, I must get myself into the kitchen and make my puppy treats. The last batch I made worked well except that they were a bit too large for Morgana. I also left them out on the counter and they developed mold before we had used half the batch. This time, I shall freeze half the batch and refrigerate all but a few days worth at a time. I don’t mind baking the girls their treats, but I don’t like it when nature decides to take them away from us before they have been properly enjoyed. So, off to the kitchen go I.
The afternoon was spent enjoying the great outdoors and the evening was devoted to Cat and her 40th birthday. It was a nice, intimate affair with only 4-5 of us at any time.
I think I’m always surprised by adults who actually enjoy and give great importance to their birthday. I’ve spent so much of my life ignoring my own and wishing it would just cease to occur, that I can’t imagine people wanting to be the center of attention for a day. It’s nice for me because I can focus on them for a day and lavish them with gifts, but I still don’t understand it. If I really concentrate, I can actually remember my level of excitement around Christmas time and apply that to my youthful birthdays. Perhaps that’s how one is supposed to feel. But I don’t even remember being excited about my first 11 years. I guess when one has tried to make their birthday disappear since they were 12, it’s hard to remember any other way of being.
Nevertheless, it was a lovely gathering wherein I met new people and enjoyed sharing energy with them. I am also excited that today I will spend in the haughty pursuit of Doing Nothing with a new friend. Our goal is to sit and do nothing together and just be happy. I’ll let you know how that works.
But, before that happens, I must get myself into the kitchen and make my puppy treats. The last batch I made worked well except that they were a bit too large for Morgana. I also left them out on the counter and they developed mold before we had used half the batch. This time, I shall freeze half the batch and refrigerate all but a few days worth at a time. I don’t mind baking the girls their treats, but I don’t like it when nature decides to take them away from us before they have been properly enjoyed. So, off to the kitchen go I.
