and birthdays are significant. but the
similarities are probably more voluminous.
take today, for example. i get a visit from
a friend, someone with whom i’ve been
well acquainted for over two decades. if
we’re talking about significant differences,
well, that’s been an incredibly rare event
for a solid decade. spending any amount
of time with anyone who knew me before
this reclusive era.* it’s a priceless gift to
get such moments. so, in addition to that
lovely visit, and during it, i spent time in my
new airier, happier apartment, watched a
few episodes of two of my current favorite
streamers (sure, i’ll say which: matlock—
the new one with kathy bates, and
overcompensating), i took two lovely
extended strolls through my fair city,
one walking my friend to the bus stop
after our visit, and the first to and
from a coffee klatch with some
grocery shopping afterwards, on a
beautiful day, i might add, which is
just an ordinary day. [a few hours
pass] and now i wake up and it’s my
birthday, which is my favorite holiday.
yep, and i’ve got big plans. i watched
another couple episodes of matlock
already. i’ve spent a loud and proud
birthday hour on the phone with my
guy and there’s a promise of more
of the same later in the day. but now
i’m listening to the new music releases
that spotify (who knows me) suggests
i should give an ear. in a few minutes
i’ll start my lunch, which will be potatoes,
peas and pan-fried chicken. or i could
change my mind, go out for a burger,
the day is mine, it’s a celebration, and
in case you didn’t notice, it’s a day full
of the potential for as much jubilance
as yesterday had. it may be true that
i go a bit overboard in making the
anniversary of my birth something
extraordinary each year. just as i do
each additional day of any given year.
*see yesterday’s entry
