For various reasons which I am not going to elaborate on this year, I am often neglectful of my own birthday, and don’t always remember others very well. I was surprised this year by the thoughtfulness of so many people. So, thanks:). I know I feel more like I am typing into the endless computer void a big “thanks,” but somewhere on the other side there might be a real person who somehow made me feel happy on my birthday. As I have gotten older and older and will continue to get older still (even though it does not seem to be an ideal thing to do), I decided that as an adult it is just fine to make a holiday which celebrates the life of that person, because there comes a point where you don’t really want to celebrate your age anymore. And I decided to be okay with that this year, whereas other years not so much.
Anyway, I had a lovely day. I asked for no surprise birthday parties. I feel silly being a grown up and getting a big surprise birthday party, and I am very famous for loving to give surprises but not be able to receive them very well. I have an evil streak that gets very angry when people conspire behind my back, even if it is for my good. So, Isaiah knew just what I needed: just to relax. I had a fun day of no dish washing and I got a new dutch oven! The dutch oven came with a one-pot cook book which I have put carefully on my bookshelf right nest to “What Trash Cooking.”
Jedidiah gave me the gift of taking a three hour nap. (For all that know Jed, this is a bit of a miraculous event.) And, my lovely friend gave me the most scrumptious of all meals for a dinner treat party with several other lovely friends, including Heather, who gave me a wonderful pink “Happy Birthday Princess” balloon. (Photograph above) Because that is exactly what I am: a princess.
We ate Thai Beef Salad and Coconut Soup.
Yesterday, I took the liberty to use my new (but antique) Dutch oven to make a meal with it. I put rice and beef and carrots and garlic and soy sauce and cilantro and salt and pepper and maple syrup and some other doodads and broccoli. Then I left it and I think it was nearing done but then I went to a Bible study at Laura Potter’s house for several hours and when I cam home the house had the delightful aroma of overcooked broccoli. As I have said before in my life, there isn’t anything quite as awful as overcooked broccoli. So I fed it to Isaiah and Jed and have been attempting at munching around the broccoli as best as I can. Hopefully, we will get this dutch oven things straight and the aroma of beautifully and artfully home cooked roasts will permeate the air on a regular basis. (That sounded hokey, but I guess its true!)
So there you have it, my birthday in a nutshell. I have never been good at closing things but here you go!
