You already know that I have mixed feelings about August and all its meaningful dates. It's not sadness, more nostalgia about the major changes of the past ten years. There are just too many worlds colliding during this month, too many versions of my life. After a bit of thought, I hid my birthday on Facebook which meant that only a few wished me a Happy Day. The birthday greetings from those who never interact with me otherwise felt artificial anyway.
A friend, also named Margaret, treated me to a coffee and we caught up on grandparenting, family matters and school district gossip. I'm trying to do everything outside these days since several cautious Covid virgins have caught the virus lately. And are miserable. I would rather avoid that if possible!
I think I have the towel upside down? I showed it to John and reminded him that we've only been on one bike ride lately. Hint, hint. I know it's a lot of work for him to charge the batteries and load the bikes, so I try to exert only gentle pressure. ;)
My financial advisor sent me flowers. Cynical John says that it means he's making lots of money off me. That's probably true, but I trust him WAY more than I do John's (Trumper) guy who has convinced him to transfer a whole bunch of IRAs into Roths, thus causing him to pay $500 per month for his Medicare PLUS a butt load in taxes. Again, like with the estate sales accumulation, if we were married, there would be some fireworks. Since we're not, I can keep my mouth mostly shut. ;)
John told me to get whatever I wanted, so I ordered my beloved macadamia encrusted halibut in beurre blanc. Not cheap at all, but it melted in my mouth! I didn't take a photo of my free dessert which was a chocolate chip cookie/brownie combo with vanilla ice cream. (shared with John of course) Since it was my birthday, there were no calories in any of this, right? Or the Mac and Jacks Amber ale?
It was a lovely evening on the deck of Dukes on Tacoma's Ruston Way, but it was actually a little chilly. I was happy for my jacket! John was unhappy that he hadn't brought his.
We got warmed up on a post-dinner walk at Dune Park, named for our local author Frank Herbert. There were lots of water and boat views although none of the mountains were out, unfortunately. Still I loved the scenery and the fresh air. My family dinner is tomorrow, on what would have been my late husband's 69th birthday, the UPers have found daycare (whew) and my younger daughter has been communicating a little bit. I'm always worried about her but have no control over a 32-year-old. If only...
"Sit awhile with me
And look out at the Sea
I am with you, and you are with me"
It was a wonderful 66th birthday.
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