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I must be growing up a bit – this year I’m not into presents at all.

Call me slow but I am realizing something cool after being in a relationship for over 20 years.  Relationships ebb and flow.  Hills and valleys.  Yada yada.  Every so often, when we hit that high mark again, it feels extra good.  Right now I feel very much in love and it amazes me.  Not that I love him and have a crush on him right now, but that I keep getting to feel it every so often.

The past few days the dandelions and tress have been shedding their white, cottony, fluffy stuff, making me feel like I am driving in a blizzard in 73 degree weather.

Why I like 43, soon to be 44:

1.  I am no longer in high school.  We went to the 15th birthday party of a friend of GMan’s yesterday.  About a dozen kids there…oh my god.  The hormones flying around the room were frightening.  They had so much energy, and were so out of control of their emotions.  They would try to flirt, and it was all awkward and gangly and pimply.  None of them seemed to notice it, really…but you know they all go home and feel self conscious in way or another, just like we all did.  It was funny to see the roles they play haven’t changed all that much – the cute girl who hangs out with the drama club, the geeky guy, the jock who is still hangs with the “other” crowd, the goth girl, the dyke who doesn’t realize it yet.

2.  I am no longer in my 20’s.   This weekend my favorite law school friend got dumped by a guy she liked, a lot.  He’s jealous if she does things with other guys, but not ready to say she is his girlfriend, blah blah blah blah.  It is so nice to be with people who know what they want and are not afraid of it.

3.  I am no longer in my 30’s.  I’m no longer chastising myself for things I “should” be doing but haven’t yet.   No more scares about my life taking a wrong turn.

The last 5 years of my life, 40 – 45, have been full of major changes.  But I’ve maneuvered my way through all of those c hanges without any lasting scars.  I feel satisfied with my life right NOW.  I am in the middle of working toward certain goals but it doesn’t matter to me if I actually achieve them or not.  They are all just icing on the really nice cake that is my life.

Another good hair day, another good day at work.  Quiet enough to get a lot done, quiet enough to talk a lot via email with friends.

Once home, DTE and I rode our bikes to the local blues bar for a few beers.  After our liquid refereshments, we also picked up some wet burritos from the incredible Mexian place next door.

My burrito was bigger than my head, and now I hurt.  But still…a great day.

I have a favorite liquor store, and the owner is the nicest man.   He has never steered me wrong.  Today I bought a $30 bottle of Cabernet on sale for $15.  The two bosses at work were gone, as were the shop guys, so it was just the three of use women.   We drank the bottle at 3 p.m. and in general had a nice afternoon.

My liquor man told me he’d sell me a case at $14/bottle, so I felt I needed to stop there for another bottle on the way home.  No sense in buying  a case if DTE hasn’t also tasted and approved.

It is now 10 p.m.  Two bottles are empty, as are several cans of beer.  Basmati rice and organic chicken korma for dinner, and a pit fire in the backyard this evening.

I feel mellow, peaceful, content.  Love wine, love my partner, love my life.

Overall good day.  Good hair day!  Worked from 10 – 2:  perfect hours. Tomorrow I’m meeting my favorite law student colleague/friend/little sister at the local bookstore so we can make flashcards, drink iced tea, and talk.  And today, I got the best SPAM subject line ever:

Naked Cowboy Lawsuit vs M&Ms maker to goo forward.

Naked cowboy lawsuits….goo forward.  tee hee.

So, I’ve been in the classroom for 5 hours now.  Just took a break and went to the bathroom.  I THOUGHT it was the women’s bathroom.  The person in the stall next to me was facing the toilet, standing up.  (I could see this by the shoes.)  No noise was emanating.  I finished up, washed my hands, and finally heard a flush from that stall.  What was going on in there?  I hurried out, checking to make sure I was, in fact, in the correct bathroom.  I was.  I love a little mystery.

I am so appalled and disgusted and ANGRY that this shit goes one.  Really?  A pro-lifer killing a doctor in a church – during a service no less?!  I heard one guy interviewed say it was retribution…this was just a “regular” guy on the street saying it.  What the fuck is wrong with people?  I am so angry.

Because Birthday Month is about to start!

I have all sorts of good ideas for the month, which – believe it or not- include posting!

This year the big day is on a Saturday.  I’m having a party in my backyard.  I’m very selfish about my birthday, so am a bit reluctant to have to share the evening with my friends, but I guess it should work out.  Ha.

We’ve been working in the backyard, and it is quite lovely.  It is like an extension of our house, an outdoor room.  My favorite room, really – here are a few shots of from this year:

We have lots of chairs and funky tables made out of old industrial dollies strewn about the yard.  Very cool.

Also on my agenda for today:  change that waaaay out of season banner!