Of Birthdays

This one was pretty good. I am continually amazed by the people who I know who are actually good at remembering birthdays (even mine!) because it is a skill that several decades has not allowed me to acquire. But I woke up to a lovely e-card and found several notes concerning my natal day strewn through my flist (along with pictures and good wishes.)

I spent the day lazily enough at first. Watched the DVD of the first part of Deathly Hallows, which I'd missed in theaters, and decided ( spoilery if you care )

After that I went to an appointment with a physical therapist for my back (yes, I did, so those of you who made suggestions a while ago can relax, I am doing something about it.) And from there I went sailing on the Charles, which was fun on the way up to the next bridge -- one looooong jibe -- and bloody cold on the way back -- tack, tack, tack, tack, tack, tack, tack, tack, all zigzag. And then I couldn't quite manage to get to the dock right. Killed my momentum too soon the first time, got to the dock the second time but couldn't get the rope over before I drifted back, and then had too much momentum and had to be rescued by helpful peoples. *sigh*

I'm getting it, but slowly slowly...

Then I came home and had some nice people bring me dinner while I watched some Ronald Howard Holmes.

And today I've managed to write a bit and had two naps.

Onward.

Of Birthdays

This one was pretty good. I am continually amazed by the people who I know who are actually good at remembering birthdays (even mine!) because it is a skill that several decades has not allowed me to acquire. But I woke up to a lovely e-card and found several notes concerning my natal day strewn through my flist (along with pictures and good wishes.)

I spent the day lazily enough at first. Watched the DVD of the first part of Deathly Hallows, which I'd missed in theaters, and decided ( spoilery if you care )

After that I went to an appointment with a physical therapist for my back (yes, I did, so those of you who made suggestions a while ago can relax, I am doing something about it.) And from there I went sailing on the Charles, which was fun on the way up to the next bridge -- one looooong jibe -- and bloody cold on the way back -- tack, tack, tack, tack, tack, tack, tack, tack, all zigzag. And then I couldn't quite manage to get to the dock right. Killed my momentum too soon the first time, got to the dock the second time but couldn't get the rope over before I drifted back, and then had too much momentum and had to be rescued by helpful peoples. *sigh*

I'm getting it, but slowly slowly...

Then I came home and had some nice people bring me dinner while I watched some Ronald Howard Holmes.

And today I've managed to write a bit and had two naps.

Onward.