July 05, 2016
“The ocean fixes everything.” fair enough indeed, a brief sojourn to the sea was held. Not that there was a lot to fix, but the cares and troubles vanish on a beach or floating in the salt water. Miss Lucy went in and walked, and the days of racing thru and about long gone, but there we were none the less emphasis on the not as much of.
Prior to my, and the grand birthday, it is a national holiday, thus the celebrations started the week before, but in earnest, the day before. Couriers and mail persons ringing the doorbell, bringing countless amount of stuff swaddled in paper and boxes of all colours. Starting with brown and moving up the colour spectrum, tied up, taped and colour coded. All bequeathed to me for my birthday.
I recovering from but then receiving balloons, bouquets, countless cards. The house looks like a funeral parlour. I have boxes and bottles and tubes of honey, jars of honey, more honey, arriving before and after the date, and chocolates of two kinds, and varieties. I in addition, I have to say the balloons, helium balloons, so they bounce and sway, drawing the eye, displaying the debatable age I am (receiving the compliment, often to be sure, “you certainly don’t look it or act it.”)
Cards stacked up in and on, displayed with great abundance of delight and wishes for me. Many many bouquets and we were OFF to a bbq and thus, we are well and truly launched into the next decade.
Phone calls were plentiful, telephone calls came, from people I knew years ago, some singing, some refusing too, some making me guess who they were, some conversations’ short, but all wishing me well and telling the their news. We have moved from gradations, babies and mortgages to grandchildren, in the blink of an eye and the decades have flown in a blink of an eye.
Social media was also plentiful in its wishes for me, fireworks’ seen from my back yard finished (and the deck too) for the day. “”It takes a long time to become young. Pablo Picasso and Moi, Lucy p