My birthday is next week. I am on holiday till then. Let the games begin!
Tonight I am on the deck, enjoying late afternoon sun while Cardhu gnaws a bone just behind me. He's inside, I'm out. I am out here with an iPod and a book my mother gave me for my 19th birthday, back before there were computers.*
The book is Gnomes, a heavily illustrated bit of whimsy from a pair of Nederlanders who made rather a good thing of it. I do like the pictures.
Opening it a few minutes ago, I found tucked inside a handwritten note from my great-grandmother, wishing me a happy birthday. I can't remember what year it was from, so I'll just take it as an always-present wish.
Thanks, Peppy. I had a lovely time. I'm still having one. And thank you, Mama, it's a wonderful book. All your presents are. I hope your birthday's as nice as I'm sure mine will be.
* In any meaningful commons sense.
blasting out the speakers with Symphony No. 6 from the album "Beethoven Symphonies 1-9" by BBC Philharmonic Orchestra
