Well, friends – it’s my birthday.
Not ashamed to mention that it’s number forty-two, and the silver hair has been well on its way in for a few years now. I am forgetting how old I am too – I just had to subtract 1967 from 2009 to be sure. I’m taking today as a day of thanksgiving. Let’s call it Thanksbirthday. We’re not going to have turkey or anything, but we will be heading to The ‘Burgh to go to my favorite moderately-priced-restaurant.
We don’t do a whole lot with birthdays around our place. This year, that fact is especially perfect – I’d say I’ve received just about the best birthday present ever … we moved to the Adirondacks. I have my garden. I am comfortable in the RV. I actually like living in the RV. We planned well, and our end-of-the-month balance is still going up instead of down. When we had a potential financial disaster with the new electric service, we were able to handle it and will soon be hooked up. I have my new canoe. I have this blog, and like-minded online friends. However small, I love that I am a minor player in the Adirondack online community. I have some new friends in the side yard in the form of my favorite Spruce trees. And I have the little shed/cabin. That’s a big one. It’s totally my retreat, and I adore it.
In a year with this many birthday gifts, I’m hard pressed to even come up with anything I could say I want.
Isn’t it funny how the little comment from someone can make your day? Yesterday, I was at the neighbor’s house, sitting out with friends for The Evening Beer. We were talking about gardening and the fact that I might like to open a vegetable stand next year. Talked a bit about my paddle last weekend too, and which ponds we like best. A friend said, “I don’t know how you survived in the city. You seem like you were born here.” Best birthday ever.