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Wednesday, August 6, 2008 Last week’s reading list included:
Go It Alone by
Bruce Judson (2004), and I’m within a breath of finishing The Art of Detection by
Laurie R. King
(2006).
Not so very long ago I celebrated my 46th birthday. In my youth I hated my summer birthday -- no cupcake day for me -- but now I think it’s perfect. A few years ago I decided that my birthday is worth taking a vacation day for, and this year it went like this:
5:30 a.m. -- Got up at regular time. Sat with my husband while he ate breakfast, then waved good-bye as he drove off to his office. Bye, bye!
6:30 a.m. -- Washed bathroom floor #1. Went for a run, jumped in the lake upon my return and had a swim.
7:30 a.m. -- Showered, started a load of laundry, washed bathroom floor #2, ate breakfast and read a book.
9:00 a.m. -- Turned on the computer. Checked email, worked on the current manuscript’s first round of editing. Around eleven, I finally remembered to fold the now-wrinkly laundry. Back to editing.
12:30 p.m. -- Made a pasta lunch, took it outside in the sun and ate and read and iced my knee. When I started falling asleep, I went inside and did the dishes.
2:00 p.m. -- Nap time!
3:00 p.m. -- Did a couple small chores. Filled some nail holes on the shelves I’ve been meaning to paint for two months. Didn’t actually paint -- it was my birthday, after all. Trimmed back the myrtle on the path around the house. Pulled some weeds.
4:00 p.m. -- Ate an ice cream sandwich. Plopped down on the porch daybed and read for an hour.
5:00 p.m. -- Went back to the computer and worked on learning a few more features of some fancy pants software I bought a couple months ago.
6:15 p.m. -- Played the piano. Haven’t practiced properly all summer and it felt great to whack the ivories for a while.
6:45 - 9:00 p.m. -- My husband came home, then we went for a drive along the lake and ate dinner at a local restaurant. I had planked whitefish, my husband had steak, and we shared a bottle of wine. Drove home.
9:00 - 10:00 p.m. -- Watched the sunset, opened presents. Went to bed.
It was a wonderful birthday, all the way around. I realize this kind of day wouldn’t suit a lot of people -- okay, most people -- but it was just right for me. I hope your next birthday will be just as nice for you.
See you next week, Janet
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