Happy Birthday to My Beloved!

We did not, as earlier planned (and by “early” I mean “the night before”), go on a bike ride. We had to take Charlie to the vet in the a.m., and by the time that was done, we decided to stay more local. We wandered up and down Main Street in Ventura, mostly going to antique and thrift stores. I bought four books for 95¢ each, and Ken bought a pair of jeans. I bought a Beanie Baby Walrus to give to Larry at the concert Friday night (that will be come clear when I write about the concert in Tucson this past Sunday night). Had Thai for dinner. Were overwhelmed by antiques. Feet hurt. Have given up on some parts of speech.

Afterwards we bought a Boston cream cake and went to the local newsletter lick-n-stick, where we put together the newsletters and sang “Happy Birthday” to Ken and ate cake, and then the five of us did a healing ritual (apparently it’s done after every lick-n-stick—nice to know!), which was restful and yet fun, too.

Now we’re home, and I’ve dealt with the e-mail I need to, and Ken kindly handled changing the litter boxes. A spot of TV, and then bed, methinks.