I celebrated my birthday yesterday by lounging around in floppy clothes and knitting nearly nonstop. I shared and loved this cake, made by my three sweeties. It was a good day.
Some things that might make this thirty-fourth year stand out from those previous:
+ My days of changing diapers are through. That Boy is wearing Big Boy Underwear! This is the same Boy who prefaces every new clothing acquisition with “did you make this for me?” No, dear Boy, I did not make those underwear for you – we bought them at the store last night, remember? “Oh yeah – that really made my heart smile when you got me more Big Boy Underwear.”
+ My Girl is sometimes so engrossed in reading that I have to repeat questions addressed to her. Her nightstand is at this moment overflowing with an eclectic mix of Beatrix Potter, The Magic Treehouse, and various other chapter books. She enjoys reading to herself at night, until her “eyebrows get heavy.”
+ I’m doggedly spinning my way through the delicious 2011 vintage of wool – born, shorn and dyed on these very Acres. I can’t wait to get them on the market and into your hands – they’re so lovely and soft.
+ I’m over-the-moon-relieved to have sent Sam the Sham (above) and Stan the Goat to greener pastures. Sam’s services were no longer required; Stan required more than I could give, a problem compounded by his status as Non-Contributing Inventory. A heaving sigh was heard across the land as the trailer left the driveway, carting them both to new adventures.
+ I’m hard at work on a complete redesign of the virtual Five Green Acres. As you might imagine, this involves some sewing and cutting and digital magic. Stay tuned.
+ Writing. Writing. Writing. Writing. Writing. Writing. Writing. Writing. Writing. Writing. Writing. Writing. At least a page a day, just like I promised.
It’s good to be alive.