June 29, 2008
Fifty - four
In some ways, being this age is like a beginning, not another chapter, that is too cliché and simple; it is more like another volume.
Anyway, to describe my day in one word would be “sweet.” I heard from all of the people I care a lot about, by phone, U.S. Mail, and of course email, and the little gifts I received were the best ever and exactly the kind of stuff I love. My sister gave me a little sign that said “Garden” to hang on my new fence and a wire basket to gather the last of my summer vegetables, my daughter spent about three hours painting a colorful narrative on a birdhouse that my dad made for me several years ago (heart tug), my neighbor decorated a clay pot with paint and a picture of a radiant rooster and then filled it to the top with chocolate (yum), there is now a tower in my garden for my sweetpeas to trellis on next spring thanks to my husband, and my twins (with my husband’s direction and suggestion) designed and built a carrier for my chicken feed. It is compartmentalized and made from recycled wood; no way to express how happy that made me. The day was a bit stormy, but that was nice. I stayed inside and worked on a drawing of a bunny from behind and piddled in this old house. Sweet
Till next time,
p.s.
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