They say it's your birthday...
January 19th, 2006 10:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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magickalmolly!!! It seems there are several LJ-ers with a birthday today, according to my flist -- Crapicorns rule! Even though we're at the very cusp of it all... it makes for a better Crapicorn, you know?
And of course, it is my birthday too. Did the universe put me in my place today? It did, indeed. I worked very hard to have everything ready for the graduate committee's meeting today. I stayed late (normally this is my leave-at-2:30 early day, but I left at almost 4) and with Kidlet at a call-back audition for her school's production of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat (*not* one of my favorite musicals, BTW), I thought that I would escape to the beach for the Reading of the Birthday Poem. I had forgotten all about it, as I nearly forgot all about the birthday, untillinaelyn reminded me of it.
So I sat in my car and took off my boots and wriggled out of my pantyhose (discreetly), and prepared to walk barefoot to the beach on the far side of campus. Oh, better turn on the cell in case Kidlet gets out early... *rinnngggg* (Or, more accurately, *skirrrrlllll* -- for my cell plays bagpipes.) Peter: "Kidlet's been out for half an hour and trying to reach you... you need to pick her up." Oh, damn and blast. So much for beachside poetry readings. And so the duties of motherhood overtook the aesthetics of birthdaygirlhood, and I was off and running.
I did get a piece of chocolate cake for dessert. And Peter did present me with a gift of some CDs, soundtracks from the TV show Alias (which has some very cool music). And just now, with the family asleep and the fire and some candles lit, I read my poem alone and in near darkness, at last. I looked out at the stars and thought about walking outside to read it, but dark, you know? And firelight is good and mysterious and has its own rewards.
"It was my fifty-second year to heaven... O may my heart's truth
Still be sung
On this high hill in a year's turning."
magickalmolly!!! It seems there are several LJ-ers with a birthday today, according to my flist -- Crapicorns rule! Even though we're at the very cusp of it all... it makes for a better Crapicorn, you know?And of course, it is my birthday too. Did the universe put me in my place today? It did, indeed. I worked very hard to have everything ready for the graduate committee's meeting today. I stayed late (normally this is my leave-at-2:30 early day, but I left at almost 4) and with Kidlet at a call-back audition for her school's production of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat (*not* one of my favorite musicals, BTW), I thought that I would escape to the beach for the Reading of the Birthday Poem. I had forgotten all about it, as I nearly forgot all about the birthday, until
linaelyn reminded me of it.So I sat in my car and took off my boots and wriggled out of my pantyhose (discreetly), and prepared to walk barefoot to the beach on the far side of campus. Oh, better turn on the cell in case Kidlet gets out early... *rinnngggg* (Or, more accurately, *skirrrrlllll* -- for my cell plays bagpipes.) Peter: "Kidlet's been out for half an hour and trying to reach you... you need to pick her up." Oh, damn and blast. So much for beachside poetry readings. And so the duties of motherhood overtook the aesthetics of birthdaygirlhood, and I was off and running.
I did get a piece of chocolate cake for dessert. And Peter did present me with a gift of some CDs, soundtracks from the TV show Alias (which has some very cool music). And just now, with the family asleep and the fire and some candles lit, I read my poem alone and in near darkness, at last. I looked out at the stars and thought about walking outside to read it, but dark, you know? And firelight is good and mysterious and has its own rewards.
"It was my fifty-second year to heaven... O may my heart's truth
Still be sung
On this high hill in a year's turning."
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Date: January 21st, 2006 12:09 am (UTC)Which reminds me...I haven't responded to your comment over there; I'll have to trot back over. *g*