It’s my birthday, and I’ll cry if I want to.
No, really, it’s been a very good day; for one thing, I took my personal day. No writing, no editing, no people.
I made a Betty Crocker cake and used Betty Crocker icing, stars, and candles. it’s the first time I’ve made a cake, even from mix, in years. It reminded me of being at home, being a kid again. Licking the eggbeaters and the bowl. And doing something even slightly out of the ordinary.
It was at least 96ºF today (and there I was with the oven on!), although the humidity wasn’t bad. Nothing like my birthdays as a child in Hamburg, New York, when it was often wet and even a bit chilly. I remember one where I went out and sat in the field, with the grey sky, the air misting, and the drops falling. Not exactly running through the dandelions in the sunshine, like you’d see on a TV commercial.
I sat at Promontory Point for a while and wrote to cwriter. (Hi, there! 🙂 Look for a letter from the States soon! 🙂 The beach was busy, and the air was filled with the cries of happy children.
A man walked by and called me “sweetheart.”
A very good day.
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