Birthday’s are funny things, not in the falling on the floor wetting your pants funny, but the morning comes, you open your sleepy eyes to realise you are in fact another year older, of course you have known that for the last year as you have lived it, but on that morning you then can say you are ….. ok as in my case 58. Yes, I shudder at writing that figure. 🙂
Yesterday, I got up showered and dressed for work (though I really think that we should incorporate ‘Birthdays’ as a public holiday). I went into the office to find a beautiful bunch of kale and hyacinths (see that’s showing my age by actually writing what they were) and not simply saying ‘flowers’. Down the track all I’ll be able to talk about is the weather 😦 you truly know you are getting old when that starts. (I am being light-hearted here)
We didn’t celebrate last night (going out on a Friday night at our age after being at work – well we wouldn’t last 5 minutes) as we went out to dinner tonight with friends. Mr. S (gawd love him) bought me an IPad, so that I am able to write in the great outdoors, instead of being inside all the time.
Today I had a ‘nervy’ day. I get like this now and then, when bottled up emotions or underlying stress issues raise to the surface and my body let’s me know that things are getting ugly. I had the shakes a little and was generally on edge, you know those days, you look at the housework that needs doing and you crack it with yourself because truly you couldn’t be bothered doing it, or the garden needs attention and everything seems a little out of depth.
I called in to see mum and dad, they gave me a card and $’s which is pretty much the norm for my presents from them of late (as they can’t get out of the house on their own anymore). I went in the afternoon to a ‘Spirit Circle’ event to hear my fellow fledgling mediums ‘connect’. Then back home and a 45 minute race to get ready, that was strip clothes, jump in shower, wash hair, blow dry hair, put face on, get dressed.
Then it was dinner out at an Italian Restaurant – there were 10 of us, 1st glass of champagne relaxed me a little as did the company. Entree was a dozen oysters mornay shared with a girlfriend. Mains – fillet beef with fresh cooked beetroot, wine jus and spinach and mushrooms. Red wine to accompany the meal, followed by a dessert shared again of creme brulee, cooked pineapple and home made passionfruit sorbet…. can I tell you how YUMMY that was.? It was YUMMY.
It’s now 1:14am. I am dressed in my jim-jams and my silly MAC is causing me grieve by not playing my Loreena CD (in fact it’s stuck and won’t eject) that’s a little issue I shall have to face tomorrow.
I posted ‘Running’ yesterday, I think people were being overly kind in their comments, for in truth I dislike it. I went to bed after I published it and was so tempted to get up and throw it into trash.
But erk I do not like it – it was jolty, without flow, it doesn’t sit right with me, but then you have commented and I feel lousy if I trash it now. So I’m just saying, yes I posted it, but it was possible the worst piece I have written, so I thank you for reading and being so kind. Previous pieces that I have done, I can spend so very little time on and strangely they are the ones I feel more comfortable with, the longer I spend and the more editing I do, it turns out rubbish in my eyes (I know not why). Us writers are such critical beasts.
I thank you if you have read my ramblings, I thank you all for your birthday wishes and your support in following me. I appreciate all my readers who have been with me since I commenced last year and to all my new followers.
Good night to you all