A journalist observes life in the far north.
Yesterday was my birthday, and it was the best birthday ever. Really, it was. The Bottle Washing Fairy threw me a party and my brother is still here so he got to celebrate with me. My dad even called.
The day started with a gift from my friend, Judy, who refused to be photographed for the blog. Judy is my quilt-making instructor and she made me a beautiful quilt from scraps. Even Big Al was impressed. Judy knows I hate stuff that looks “matchy-matchy,” so the quilt is complete chaos with every color in the rainbow. It’s a lap quilt but I took it to bed last night because Big Al steals the covers. It’s got polar fleece on the backside, so I was cozy as I slept.
To visit her place, one must walk about a half mile down a winding trail. I wore my breakup boots for the hike, and Lucky rode on my back. For dinner, The Bottle Washing Fairy made chicken and baked beans and a fruit salad with bananas, oranges, mango, grapes and coconut. The cake was a naughty chocolate turtle brownie concoction. I could feel my butt getting bigger with every bite. It was that naughty. And yes, there were 36 candles. It took me half the night to blow them out. I swear, I have the lungs of a pack-a-day smoker.
I made out like a bandit with presents. The Bottle Washing Fairy got me a colorful shirt made of Tencel, “a new age fiber,” says the tag. Don’s gift was a Mountain Heather hat.
My brother, ever practical, took my car for an oil change and replaced the windshield wipers. Big Al is making a necklace out of ivory. One of the best presents was a sci-fi story that my nephew, Josh, wrote and put in a birthday card. I spoiled myself and purchased a gift for myself too. It’s a punch card for the hot springs.