I celebrated my birthday the same way I celebrate every day - I took a shower with a beautiful view. My shower is open and looks directly past our bamboo sinks and out to the woods. It is a very peaceful place. I like the way the smooth river stones feel under my feet as the hot shower brings me to life. After I am done shampooing and all that business, I simply take a minute to stare out the window while water just comes down on me. It is wonderful.
Because I have been trying to do a small sketch everyday , today was a little different than past years. In the past I may have given myself art supplies, this year I am actually using them. I must say that my brain is on a roll, everything seems like it could (and should) be sketched.
As far as gifts go, it was awesome. One of my daughters had made me a lovely beaded bracelet and she played "Happy Birthday" on the piano for me. My cousin, we call her Pompi, had downloaded the photo of me from yesterday's post and pasted it alongside a photo of Frida Kahlo and sent it to me, saying she thought there was a resemblance. I love Frida Kahlo's work, so that was a real compliment. Pompi hasn't seen me in years, so I thought I would post a photo of me taken this morning.
The best gift of all, though, came from my mother. Upon wishing me a happy birthday, I reflected that it had been a very wonderful 48 years. She then told me I was all wrong ... "wrong about what?" I said. My mom then told me the best news in the world:
I am not forty-eight.
I am forty-SEVEN and I stink at math.
I have been thinking, for the past 5 months that I am turning forty-eight. I don't know what happened, I could have sworn that I was turning forty-eight. I actually had to get pen & paper out and do the math.
Now the question that remains is - What am I going to do with this extra year?