It is my 52nd birthday…
I am always a little introspective most days but my birthday has always been a quiet day meant for reflection. Maybe it is the winter in me that wants to burrow under the covers, warmth and darkness of myself and just think, find answers, remember people and events.
This year was an eventful one for me and so much better than last year. This year found me safe, regaining my health in a 1903 barn converted into a huge apartment in Mount Washington. I’ve spent the year filling it with things of comfort and home – kitchen gadgets, books, spices and fluffy pillows. I’ve had my children here, grandchildren too. The walls have echoed with laughter, cries and long conversations. There were possibilities here and disappointments too. There has been excitement, friendship and love in these walls. It has become a home, not just to me, but to friends and family.
Last week I took a much needed vacation up to the Bay area with a friend. We had a great time exploring, going to a Raiders game and visiting with other friends. One hers, one mine – now both are mutual. Isn’t that grand? The sharing of friends and how it mushrooms into more friendships that you didn’t think possible is always a wonder.
At the end of our trip there was an accident. Read more