happy birthday to me

What a fantastic day! Seriously. I could not have asked for better. I've been looking forward to today like mad. Usually I'm not all that big about my birthday but this year I really welcomed the excuse to just take a day off to myself and do my thing.

I slept in and spoke in french in my dream. Nothing terribly philosophical, just "Nous avons pas le temps pour ça. Faîtes-le vous-même." I can't remember the circumstance but it felt good to be saying.

So I slept in and when I woke, I promptly received 2 birthday greeting calls. I opened my 2 letters from friends and saw the sun come out from behind the clouds. I drank copious amounts of hot beverages and went for a walk to enjoy the first day of sun in ages.

The air today is like whipped cream. It's soft and mild and smooth. I went to the health food store and bought trail mix with papaya bits and walnuts and yogurt covered raisins. I talked to an old man about ducks. Now, here at home, enjoying cranberry juice and hommus with pepper crackers, I had to open the patio doors to get some more of that creamy air. The wind is starting to whip up and I can hear the river currents racing and the tall, tall tree branches swaying.

Perhaps the bonus of not having much free time is that you enjoy it sooo bloody much when you do get it.

33? You will be good to me.

This what today looks like:






Oh and while I'm posting photos, here are my pumpkins:



Happy birthday to Jonathan Ross and Danny DeVito and Martin Scorsese and me!

We all look like freaks!