Paul and I moved a chunk of the firewood pile after lunch, and then Tom and I stacked most of the rest of it before dark, so this morning I have only a couple of barrow loads left to haul out of the driveway before the rains move in.
Snow is forecast on Friday, and we haven't even had a frost yet. But in Maine this is always a dicey time of year. Twenty-three years ago I went into labor on the night of the first sleet storm, and at 4 a.m. on October 28, 1997, my dear second son was born. Today that infant is a bearded six-footer, an ambitious theater artist who trudges back and forth to his shitty line-cook job without much complaint; struggling every day to make the best of a bad situation; creator of comic cat songs, famous eater of mayonnaise sandwiches; a loving son, paddling his canoe along the lonely rivers.
And so today, after I stack the rest of the firewood and crank out a few more paragraphs of my essay, I'll be making a birthday cake.
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Today is my birthday, too, but 40 years before your son's : )
I had a student once who had the same birthday and would show up at my classroom door for years after he had graduated just to say "happy birthday." Please give Paul my wishes for a good day and many more to come. I am spending mine on Zoom, teaching and attending meetings, with a few minutes' break in order to read your blog. We had some spits of snow this morning; otherwise it is a cold, damp, curl up by the fire kind of day.
Happy, happy day, Nancy! I hope your wood fire is crackling and your kettle is singing and you're reading a book that brings you joy!
Mayonnaise sandwichs!? Well I'll be, thought I was the only one who enjoyed those. Tell Paul he has good taste and Happy Birthday!
He loves them, and the rest of us are "um, ick?" He'll be so pleased to know he's not alone!
And splendiferous birthday to him too💜🎂🛍🍨🧁
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