I drove home with the back seat filled with birthday balloons. The balloons were a gift from Gretel who also took me out for dinner. We went to Sakura where the chef prepares steak, chicken, shrimp and/scallops in front of you, cooking on a giant hot plate. There is much theater with sharp knives, high-leaping flames and sizzling sauces. It is tremendously good fun and, in addition to dinner tonight, I have enough food left over for a birthday lunch tomorrow. It is always good to be treated to dinner and particularly so when the bill is picked up by a (full time employed) child who has been thoughtful enough to plan this use of her time and money.
The last couple of days have been full of delights: breakfast figs picked from the tree at my front door. A fabulous red flower on an until-now-quite-boring shrub. Emerald Gray stones laid around the new garden pond where a frog is already quite at home. Oysters Rockefeller at lunch. The promise of a day lily sale at the Lutheran church on Saturday. A blue heron spotted from the bow of the beautiful Della Louise, an all-wood motor boat originally built in 1959, the year before my birth. I like to think we are both holding up quite well.
I shall keep the burst of balloons in my car and look forward to attention from motorists I meet tomorrow on the way to work. Fifty two, it turns out, is a great age to be.