I asked for new boots for my birthday. I got towels and soap. Maybe I can whittle the soap for new heels. What do you think?
Twenty-nine years ago today, I was born. From what I hear, that was quite an event, lots of to-do about a wee little me. I was 2.2 lbs. I’m about 118lbs heavier now.
When I started working, and especially since moving out, I give myself the gift of not working on or near the date of my birthday. Two years ago I went hiking at Switzer’s Falls in the Angeles Forest when it was (surprise!) raining and some snow flurries that melted within a hour. Last year I went on a silent retreat for a day, and this year I went to Switzer’s Falls again. The restrooms were closed and the information kiosk wasn’t selling adventure passes, so a really nice couple gave me their annual pass! The fall colors were still putting on a show, and there were people around, but not so many that there weren’t extended periods of alone time. I returned in time for therapy & dinner at home; then went out to the Yardhouse in Long Beach with some grad school friends & coworkers. Some of them re-gifted items to me (i.e. no original packaging, things are not correctly itemized in the packaging).
Today I went to Mass, came home and excitedly read a letter that had arrived yesterday from the monastery. I was told that after “much prayer” that God “isn’t calling you to our Carmel”. Lovely news to read on my birthday. But I went on with my day, buying a gift for mom’s birthday, some errands and a late lunch with friends at Versailles, a Cuban restuarant. Now, i’m doing laundry. Might do some sewing later. Mom’s birthday was on Thursday, and she controls the birthday weekend: her cake, her time, her location, etc. I had to ask Dad if he/they wanted my birthday gift suggestions, and he was “Uh, what?” Like, hello, it’s my birthday, too. Anyway, my family is crazy.
I’m thinking about it; I’m never really certain.
- black knee-high boots (my current pair is 2+years old and literally has holes in the soles)
- brown knee-high boots (ibid)
- knee length forest green circle skirt
- Josh Groban’s CD: “All that Echoes”
Why am I not certain? Whatever’s not usurped in November gets to be under the tree on Christmas. I hate getting jewelry; I have no room, literally no room for new clothes. I don’t have time to read the countless books I do have on my shelf.
I missed my extra hour of sleep, because I was worried about missing Mass.
Birthdays went very smoothly yesterday; someone was very heavily medicated. I toed the line a few times, and barely got a look. But it’s fake, its a veneer. Some things were said in jest and if it weren’t for the meds, lolz. She just about flipped her biscuit when my sister joked that she and ‘T’ were considering certain things for when they get married. Holy friggs, the look on her face, you could see the meds working overtime, like a switch flipped. At least I didn’t get any crap this time about not having a boyfriend; I got jabs over not having a job, though. Not sure which one is worse. Just a few more days to go until the actual birthdays pass, then we can all let down the guard a bit.
—Post Edited 11/07 at 3:27pm —
What a weekend. I’m tired. Can I get a do-over?
This is one weekend I’m really glad that I don’t have to teach.