Here is Margaret's haiku:
Celebrate this day
The anniversary of
Your birth and rejoice!
Sometimes it's not so easy to rejoice over another year gone, especially if, like this year, you mark your entry into Medicare. So, I needed Margaret's celebratory poem to remind me that each day should be cause for rejoicing, if for no other reason than to look around, see the light surging through the windows, the clouds shape-shifting above us.
To be honest, this year's birthday was not at all depressing, despite my advanced age!
The day was gorgeous, we drove into Asheville for lunch, and upon our return, UPS delivered a package from my daughter---a small cedar with accompanying decorations.
I had saved my packages to open in late afternoon, so I began with the one from her that arrived the day before. She's a genius as gathering together gift items, wrapping them in elegant ways, and arranging them in the box.
You can see that she has a package for our dogs, Ace, Brody, Pooja, and Byron. More about that a little later. I was interested in what the box held for ME.
My daughter said the cover of the card reminded her of her guinea pig, which was at that moment chirping for attention (lettuce!) in the back room. Who can argue with the card's message?
Or its interior?
And because life is unsure, everyone needs a soft pair of socks.
And a bottle of cognac, compliments of my husband.
By now the dogs were interested in what I was pulling out of my packages. What's in it for US, they wondered.
Ace of Dogs snuffled in the corners, hoping something edible would magically appear.
When I held out a chicken flavored treat, he came to attention. Really scary, that look!
Byron, of course, was already in bed, his most favorite place. I had to bring one of the treats to him. Disgusting, isn't it? How did I become a servant to a dog that only weighs 16 pounds?
After tasting it, he joined the rest of the dog pack in the kitchen.
By then, my husband had kindled a fire, so I sat down with a glass of cognac to relax and savor the day.....
... but it didn't take long for Ace to lay his chin in my lap, begging "Uno mas? Por favor?"
It didn't work.
Later in the evening, I decided to decorate the little tree and set it up on a pretty Christmas runner that my mother had given me, surrounded by various gifts.
The best gifts can't be arranged on a table, though. And I had a sufficiency of those gifts throughout the day.