Sunday, February 2, 2014

Happy Birthday to Me

This is a much less public way to say thank you to all of you for your birthday wishes. I feel very loved and cared for - I hope I can do the same for all of you.

In spite of having to compete with Groundhog's Day and the Super Bowl (thank you, Scott, for what I think is sympathy), I have a pretty laid-back, me-oriented day planned. Jim made breakfast; we're skipping church because we still have a super-cough in the house; we'll have lunch at Bad to the Bone (bbq). In between I think I might scrapbook, I'll probably knit, and I'll watch self-indulgent tv.

I just finished a really good book - The Provence Cure for the Brokenhearted by Bridget Asher. I guess it was kind of like a Nicholas Sparks book without the gut wrenching. The heroine is a widow with a young son who is still wrapped up in her grief two years after her husband is killed in a car crash. Her family tries valiantly to help her overcome her grief with little effect until she returns to the family home in Provence, where circumstances intervene in her return to happiness. The device of a house as healer is a little contrived, but the author manages it very well. I felt a strong desire to have such a place of my own.

Thank you again for the birthday wishes. Maybe turning 63 isn't so bad, after all.