So it’s my 52nd birthday. It’s not young. It’s not old. I mean, some days I feel really old, like after bending down to put 140 pieces of sunprint paper on the ground for my students. OK, I didn’t do 8th period that day, so it was only 120 bends to the ground. Or so. I felt old that night. Ouch. Or just painful. Try explaining that to the doctor. You did what? But my grandma died at 107 and my great aunt at 97.5, so I’m feeling OK about the 50s. I know some don’t. Ah well. I remember being 35 and newly separated and that was really hard…way harder than 50. So maybe it’s what’s going on at the time as well as the numbers. It’s all in our heads anyway, isn’t it?
So I rarely get to have my birthday on a weekend, not a work day, so this is nice. I can actually plan a day with no school demands. Because I am ignoring the assignments that need grading. I’m eating a tasty and healthy breakfast of apples and oatmeal, I have a hike planned, where my co-hiker is accepting that my definition of “mostly flat” is that it evens out. There’s up and downs in a similar quantity. And then I do have a thing I have to go to here on the block, a meeting about our road issues, but then there’s an art opening and dinner somewhere. I might even draw. Who knows? It’s a Day without Requirements.
Yesterday after school (and all that crazy), I went to my monthly stitching meeting, and the clouds were oh so beautiful…
I love clouds. Well, OK, not the doom and gloom ones that I’m seeing this morning. But maybe they will wander off.
I worked on the African Buffalo. Again. More. He’s not done. This is so slow.
Granted I have not been working on it anywhere else, so there’s that.
I came home and did a little grading and it was late so I decided to art. Here’s my trusty companions. Asleep.
As always. More tracing. I’m in the upper 500s now…getting closer to done.
Fancy sun in this one. I think there’s about 4 yards of Wonder Under floating around that I’m trying to fill up with little pieces.
It’s a good feeling. The hair is done. All I have left is the face…which apparently has 225 pieces in it. I should be able to finish that today, I think. Well. I need to go to REI too. I suspect I’m going to run out of hours in the day.
This is Bob the crane fly. At least we hope he’s a crane fly and not a huge mosquito. I’m not good at telling the difference.
That’s also my partially dead mint, and my very dead basil and thyme. To my credit, they were mostly dead when I planted them from the fridge, so it’s not surprising that they are more dead now. I do plan to replace them. Maybe today! Need more hours in the day.
My birthday morning cat encroachment. He kept getting closer and closer to my face.
He would do this any day, not just my birthday. Because I am soft. I even got to talk to the girlchild…
Best birthday card yet…
Thanks Julie…and thank you, uterus, for giving up on that shit.
OK, I’m showered and fed, need more caffeine, need a nice walk in nature. That’s next.
3 thoughts on “Running Out of Hours”
Happy birthday. The 50s get better the longer they go on. You really, really don’t give a shit.
Happy Birthday. It sounds like you have a wonderful day planned. Enjoy.
Happy birthday! Hope you had a great day!