I know I shouldn't wish away the days, but in 365 of them (less now!) I can retire!
Yes, another birthday and a mostly-nice birthday weekend.
I wasn't sure when it started (you can ask Rick about the meltdown I had!). The Friday night before, I had to work, announcing groups at our wonderful Great Lakes Folk Festival. Then I'd hang at the booth and meet people and talk to them about public broadcasting.
Normally, I love that gig. The festival is four-star and the people stopping by are always so nice. But this year, it was pouring rain, I was already not feeling my best, and it was unseasonably cold. Even for a normal summer, it was unseasonably cold. And our summer has been anything but normal.
By the time I crashed in bed that night, I was close to my last nerve. And when I woke up on my birthday, that nerve snapped.
Poor Rick. He was making wonderful blueberry pancakes and I was sitting in the kitchen sobbing, looking at a life that felt like it had no way out. Everything was getting to me -- my health, my weight, incredible work stress, missing Gypsy, the leaky water pipe in the basement, my life imploding. About the only thing that wasn't bothering me was getting older, because it was 365 days closer to retirement.
Well, we both survived breakfast and things started looking up after pancakes! A wonderful lunch with friend Kate also made this wonderful card! She grabbed a freeze frame from one of the ustream seven kittens videos, titled "Sock Parade."
(Only one more week to keep watching the stream of these sweet kittens from week 1. Next week they'll go to their own homes and oh, how I'll miss them! They are SO fun to watch!)
Later that night Rick and I went to dinner and then to the Great Lakes Folk Festival.
The weather was terrific by then -- a perfect festival evening. We enjoyed three different acts (and bits of others).
My favorite was Claire Lynch, a bluegrass singer/songwriter with very witty lyrics and a great band.
The good weather continued the next day as our Cork Poppers celebrated the wines of Tuscany. More on that in another post.
Let's just say Barb could open a cake bakery!
So, it was a weekend of great highs and lows. The start of a "new year." The incubation of plans to play out in 365 days. Give or take a few!