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1. I'm 39 today. How did that happen?
2. Six weeks ago, I told my hairstylist that I was happy with the below-shoulder length of my hair. Three weeks ago, I ran out of patience and made an appointment to cut it back to a shoulder-brushing bob. I don't know how I managed for so many years with hair halfway down my back.
3. I bought a purple linen sleeveless shirt for Passover. I haven't worn purple since the purple jeans I had in seventh grade.
4. The first part of Arcade Fire's "Wake Up" sounds like U2 to me. I hear the (opening of the) song at every Bruins game and until recently, I thought it was U2.
5. Sleeping on a featherbed is wonderful. Lounging around on a featherbed is not. As my weight slowly compresses the down, anything loose starts sliding toward me as it pulled by gravity.
6. I need to write an entry about the State of the Hips. Walking much further than my kitchen has become difficult and tiring. Many women (hip dysplasia patients are disproportionately female) schedule a surgery date during the first consult with the doctor. My first consult was over three months ago (seven if you count the first surgeon I met) and we have no date in sight. My surgeon is wary of complications from my EDS and is gathering intel before planning battle. I don't mind his caution; I'm glad that he's so careful. "You're not like everybody else," he said at a recent meeting. I know. It sucks.
7. Seatmate came up with the idea of making milkshakes out of lactose-free milk and lactose-free ice cream. I'm so psyched. I really want a shake.
8. Seatmate gave me two books for my birthday: Schuyler's Monster by Rob Rummel-Hudson, whose online journal I have been reading since 1999 or so, and The Daily Coyote by Shreve Stockton, the story of raising an orphaned coyote pup in Wyoming. Both have blogs worth reading: Rob's Fighting Monsters with Rubber Swords and Shreve's The Daily Coyote.
9. My parents sent an enormous and awesome basket of fruit arranged to look like flowers. I hated to dismantle it, but it wouldn't fit into the fridge.
10. YouTubery: woman climbs up crowded down escalator after a Bruins game. Awesome.
2. Six weeks ago, I told my hairstylist that I was happy with the below-shoulder length of my hair. Three weeks ago, I ran out of patience and made an appointment to cut it back to a shoulder-brushing bob. I don't know how I managed for so many years with hair halfway down my back.
3. I bought a purple linen sleeveless shirt for Passover. I haven't worn purple since the purple jeans I had in seventh grade.
4. The first part of Arcade Fire's "Wake Up" sounds like U2 to me. I hear the (opening of the) song at every Bruins game and until recently, I thought it was U2.
5. Sleeping on a featherbed is wonderful. Lounging around on a featherbed is not. As my weight slowly compresses the down, anything loose starts sliding toward me as it pulled by gravity.
6. I need to write an entry about the State of the Hips. Walking much further than my kitchen has become difficult and tiring. Many women (hip dysplasia patients are disproportionately female) schedule a surgery date during the first consult with the doctor. My first consult was over three months ago (seven if you count the first surgeon I met) and we have no date in sight. My surgeon is wary of complications from my EDS and is gathering intel before planning battle. I don't mind his caution; I'm glad that he's so careful. "You're not like everybody else," he said at a recent meeting. I know. It sucks.
7. Seatmate came up with the idea of making milkshakes out of lactose-free milk and lactose-free ice cream. I'm so psyched. I really want a shake.
8. Seatmate gave me two books for my birthday: Schuyler's Monster by Rob Rummel-Hudson, whose online journal I have been reading since 1999 or so, and The Daily Coyote by Shreve Stockton, the story of raising an orphaned coyote pup in Wyoming. Both have blogs worth reading: Rob's Fighting Monsters with Rubber Swords and Shreve's The Daily Coyote.
9. My parents sent an enormous and awesome basket of fruit arranged to look like flowers. I hated to dismantle it, but it wouldn't fit into the fridge.
10. YouTubery: woman climbs up crowded down escalator after a Bruins game. Awesome.
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no down lounging permitted
yes, you have a sphere, now hush.
*mwa*
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Regarding your birthday: Happy Birthday, and I hope it's a great day and an even greater year!
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The hair, of course, looks amazing. And you look great in purple. :)
The fruit thing was really cool. And tasty. I look forward to borrowing the books and sharing the milkshakes! :)
As for me, I am looking forward to another night on the featherbed...
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The day that we had that miserable storm where everyone left work/school at the same time and all hell broke loose, my bus took more than two hours to get from Harvard Square to my stop in Arlington. One of the passengers had one of those fruit bouquets in her lap. After about 45 minutes I think she could sense we were all gazing at it, thinking "If we really get stuck, we are so scavenging that thing..."
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The milkshakes sound fabulous.
So does the fruit... maybe it's too close to dinner time!!
Anyway, many happy returns to you.
Birthday Wishes