What I Got For My Birthday
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Amelia Earhart and JFK:
My wife got me a John F. Kennedy PT109 GI Joe.
With knife, pistol, and cool sunglasses.
Rebecca Loudon's Navigate, Amelia Earhart's Letter Home came in the mail.
It is salty and wind-blown and bee-stung and sunburned and such a fucking wonder.
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Also, my girl is home from school for a week!
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I have made some art today and later my wife is taking me out to the Sea Chest for a big pot of mussels and a bottle of wine and something sinful for dessert...
I must have been a good boy this year.
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posted by tearful dishwasher at 4:00 PM
9 Comments:
Happy, happy birthday, friend.
How the hell old are you?
Hey Laurel-
Forty-two!
this is one of those years where I feel exactly my age.
That's cool.
Hey, man, I'm 42, too!
I don't feel 42 though.
I feel.....28.
No lie.
Haven't felt my age since I was 23. That's when I began regressing. Before that, during my adolesence, I felt like an old woman. I swear, when I was 19, I felt like I was sixty. Had my midlife crisis right about that time. Got it out of the way.
And I've been getting younger and younger ever since. (grin)
Seriously, the daily exercise makes me feel so damned young. When I'm running, I swear to god, I feel like I'm twenty.
Happy, happy to you, 42!
Here's our horoscope for the week of the 19th---rather apropos considering what I just said, eh?
Uber-model Elle McPherson has been nicknamed "The Body" for 20 years. But now an almost equally legendary star of the fashion runway, Heidi Klum, is trying to horn in on the title. She, too, has begun to call herself "The Body," enraging McPherson and her team. While these two superegos fight it out, I'm going to borrow their trademark and apply it to you Libras for the next three weeks. Why? Because your physical organism will be at the peak of its health and attractiveness. If you listen closely to its signals, it will give you good ideas about actions you can take to further promote your well-being. Even more than usual, it will be a source of wisdom and pleasure. You will have every right, therefore, to call yourself "The Body."
Wisdom. Yeah. When I'm running, I feel so connected and disconnected with the world, so connected and disconnected with myself. I love that feeling. It's as close to transcendence as I've ever gotten.
a belated happy birthday!
(me, i'm still waiting for amelia, along w/ grimpen but then again it's not my b/day)
be well
Happy birthday, baby!
and thank you
thank you
makes me happy to think of you reading it~
happy trails
Dierdre-
Thanks!!
You know, I think of you often out there in the boondocks, bucking logs and swimming horses and it makes me grin.
That Amelia is worth waiting for.
Rebecca-
Your book made my birthday great. That and the green-lipped mussels in garlic broth....
Thank you for all of your many kindnesses.
Steve-
Sweet!
Belated Happy Wishes from me, too.
May your new year bring you deep comforts, deep Peace and some deep belly laughs, amidst all else.
From a 44 year old who feels comfier in her skin now than she ever did before..xxx
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