It’s my birthday, too! We’re gonna have a good time…well, at my advanced age I should have been more suspicious of the spiced rum that was marked down to $6.89…should have kept to the original purpose of buying some bacardi because it rhymes with party and not decided to knock back Monkey brand. But I am cheap and adventurous, so I had to sleep it off until 10:30 this morning. So begins Birthday Week!
This year’s top present — ta-da !!
Yes, folks, it’s a Coleman Roadtrip XLE portable grill! And it’s red !! Just what I wanted.
For this most auspicious occasion, I will share with you a poem, as I am wont to do on this annual celebration. After an evening spent reading through my poetry collection (Dewey Decimal category 821), I selected this from “The Shadow of Sirius”.
Still Morning
by W.S. Merwin
It appears now that there is only one
age and it knows
nothing of age as the flying birds know
nothing of the air they are flying through
or of the day that bears them up
through themselves
and I am a child before there are words
arms are holding me up in a shadow
voices murmur in a shadow
as I watch one patch of sunlight moving
across the green carpet
in a building
gone long ago and all the voices
silent and each word they said in that time
silent now
while I go on seeing that patch of sunlight
Secondary to the above-mentioned hangover, I will save my philosophizing for another day, when I have time to share all my wisdom and wit. I’ve got to pick up Samantha and get my playing started. Thanks for your well-wishes!
Peace
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