Fifty-five years x 365 days + 13 Leap Years = 20,088 days. That's 22 years of marriage [in two instalments], 6.5 engagements, five pregnancies, 7.45 years of lactation, and I don't want to think how many dinners burnt or pairs of pantihose danced through or miles of dental floss.
So how am I celebrating, you ask?
First things first: I've taken a day of vacation. I got a massage at the massage therapy school. [I like my earthly blisses, and I don't like to pay retail for them]. I have a coupon for $10 off a $20 tab at my favorite restaurant, but since this is Texas and not New York, and since I don't drink, and all my favorite foodies will be occupied elsewhere, I think I'll have to come up with Plan B in terms of refueling. There's no way I can eat $20 worth of food unless I miraculously become six months' pregnant with triplets in the next 15 minutes or so.
[Several hours later, into the next day as a matter of fact, here's how it played out.] After the massage, I got a call from Secondborn, who was nearby for an appointment with her midwife. She and BittyBit sang "happy birthday" to me and offered to buy me lunch. I told her about my coupon, and we agreed to meet up. I had the fish tacos, she had the pecan-crusted trout, and BittyBit had most of the chips for our spinach gouda dip. After lunch, I had an hour before picking up LittleBit so we could catch up the laundry. I spent a good part of it at the YMCA on the recumbent bicycle, reading the Harlot's new book.
Picked up LittleBit, and we came home for an hour's nap. I set the alarm, after my experiences with naps on the past several Sundays. Then we did the laundry, and I brought her home, and I went on to Knit Night. Came home by way of the grocery store because I'm taking breakfasty treats for the staff meeting tomorrow morning. Came home, put the food away, finished my extension request and drove it to the post office. In 55 years of living and 35 years of being more or less gainfully employed, I think this is the second time I've filed my return at the last possible moment. I would bet the rent that it's the first time I've requested an extension.
I just finished eating a small order of fries, done to perfection, and a junior bacon cheeseburger. Woohoo for JITB! All that adding and subtracting made me ridiculously hungry. The carbs are starting to kick in, and I think I'll be able to sleep tonight.
This may have been one of the best birthdays ever.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!