Well, waiting for the chimney sweep. My living room still smells like smoke after my one fire in the fireplace this fall. And they give me a 'range' when the person will show up. **sigh**
Maya and I are beginning to plan for my 70th birthday. How? Did? I? Get? Here? Time passes and one day you're getting your hair cut and noticing the jowls exactly like your mother you have hanging off your face.
We are looking at the Oregon coast so most can drive here. After the (never ending) fires in California, I am wanting most guests to be able to drive. My sister lives to hell and gone on the East Coast and Katrina lives in upstate NY so there's no hope for it but they both want to come. We're looking at way big houses near/on the beach with a hot tub and a game room for the teenagers and enough beds for most everyone. All my co-dependent tendencies are coming out with worrying about who will have to stay nearby and who can bunk together and on and on. And trusting that my brother won't say anything awkward to my trans friend. And who is vegan or vegetarian or paleo or wheat/gluten/nut etc sensitive.
My sister and Katrina will fly into Seattle and we'll drive down in my very small car...I'm getting ahead of myself.
My dear daughter is SO levelheaded. And diplomatic. Where the hell does she get it? Certainly not from me. I just can't seem to handle these family sort of things. I worry about everything. But lordy, these are people who want to celebrate with me and they are all wonderful even if they don't know each other.
I am hoping we can do a 'bad poetry' night. I'll encourage everyone to bring bad poetry-either Rod McKuen or Jewel or their own high school or college attempts. Self consciousness is an important ingredient, of course. I have a few books called Bad Poetry or Very Bad Poetry and one poem is called "The Queen of Cheese". It's, um, very special.
Ok, so now i can officially call the chimney sweep place to find out if they're even coming.
3 comments:
An evening of bad poetry, Happy Birthday! So good! I may have to do that , though my friends likely would not recognize bad poetry from any other.
In many European countries a chimney sweep is condidered to bring luck. Here shops sell little chimney sweep figures to give as gifts on new years day. When I was a kid people would ask to touch a chimney sweep's sooty uniform for luck. Some still do but there's no more soot.
Anyway will you please have an amazing birthday, there is so very much to celebrate.
Ah memories. I swooned over Rod McKuen when I was 12 years old. I have never met anyone else who ever read him and haven't heard that name in decades.
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