Brrrffday
I spent a lot of time outside yesterday taking snow pictures. Did you?
I opened my hall window that is over an exterior porch roof. It was a wall of snow.
What's he doing there? Childhood duck.
My neighbor's children at the end of their time sleighing down the hills. His twin was wisely in the house, cuddled up reading. I like how seasonal their jackets are. I like how he hugs his little sister and is kind to her. He had me take a lot of pictures using his camera.
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14 Comments:
Happy birthday and a light-filled Solstice to you as well.
Thank you, Home. My day started with a friend im'ing me, in frustration that the building management where he has a law firm had not cleared the lot--well--they had cleared it--but dumped five feet of snow clearance in his assigned spaces for visitors. We speculated how he could get rid of it. I suggested turning the pile into a giant snow penis.
Oh, you are a girl after my own heart. A fellow traveler and I used to make penis bread for people we thought lacked balls but were still big pricks.
Happiest of Birthdays, Madame Cube. I am glad that the days grow longer, and I am less annoyed by the snow then I thought I'd be. :)
ahhhh... i love solstice...and her babies...happpy brrrfday...save me a piece of that cake! xoxo
What a lovely cake! And it has zero calories(units of potential heat) - so it truly is a brrrffday cake. What a dork I am. Anyway I hope you had a great day. Your pictures are beautiful.
Happy birthday Ms. Cube. I'm glad you enjoying the snow!
Home: pinkies for thinking the same
MA: Thank you for stopping by. I hope you return to your wonderful blog pieces.
Suicide: That pink grapefruit martini in my avatar was invented for me on my birthday two years ago at Martin's Tavern in Georgetown. Nothing so exotic this year. Overall, though, a satisfactory day. No discord, and I'll settle for that.
Cyndy: I was thinking of you today. Some music thing popped up in my mind, and dagnabbit...I've forgotten it. I was reading an article in The Post about nekkid videos, but that wasn't it. I've been thinking about Mink DeVille the past two days. "Maybe Tomorrow." "Love and Devotion." All of that great ghetto grease love. Willy DeVille..Live at Montreux 1982. His peak. Just fantastic stuff. I want a friend of mine to sing "Maybe Tomorrow" with his band. It's time to resurrect this stuff...but that isn't why I was thinking of you...Walter Norris? It will hit me at 2 this morning. I just can't remember...
Sue: I loved that cake. The imagination behind it outdid any real cake, that's for sure.
Happy Birthday, Cube.
My birthday gift to you is combined with my Christmas present to you, which is nothing.
Phil: I just unwrapped nothing. I was...underwhelmed...but thanks for thinking of me. :)
Your birthday cake is awesome! Wow. Hope you enjoyed the day and are enjoying your break from the drudgery you usually endure at this time of year.
Happiest Christmas, Cube!
Reya: Isn't it the bestest? Better than regular cake. You know I love quirky.
You captured so much in that photo of your neighbor's children. I can't quite imagine my son (at that age, or even now come to think of it) wrapping his arm around his little sister so lovingly.
I hope you have a great birthday. I had forgotten you were a fellow Capricorn.
Barbara:
Those are such intelligent, obedient children. I heard one of them ask if they could watch television, their mother said "no," and that was the end of the discussion. No whining. No begging. They just accepted it and moved on.
After what happened today, you have to wonder about parental influences growing up. (See postal story.)
Have a wonderful holiday. I am laying low tomorrow. I think I'm going to make a lasagna, and I have a ton of books next to the bed.
Even though I bypassed decorating this year, I did sent out letters to all of my friends, with photographs, and one local friend said, "You've reinvented snail mail. Now it's letter blogging!"
To all of you, enjoy your weekend.
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