Yesterday’s birthday feast was amazing and wonderful. Brian C., Tom U., Mike and V., Jarmo and Susana, and Jeff, all took me out. I had much beer and several shooters, and so much ‘appetizers’ that when my burger came I ended up staring at it until it was cold. I love my friends with a happiness that bends time and warps space.
Mike gave me a Ralph Steadman / Gonzo skin for my laptop; Jarmo a home made wooden clock that you have to be a genius to tell time with, and Susana gave me Tove Jansson’s Moominvalley in November; a very Finnish gift. All in all a satisfactory and entirely unexpected haul.
There was a bunch of other stuff I wanted to talk about but I think my domestic chores are calling. A dog defecated on the back deck (why? and why SO MUCH?) and somebody, probably Eddie, barfed up all over the dining room table. Nothing like pets to keep you in touch with what is real. And it’s better than brooding.
Oh, and Jeff took me out for breakfast…. and I had a lazy day. Now, to work.
