Such a warm February here, although with water accumulating in the mountains.
Reminded of a mild Februrary in Michigan as a child, my mother organized a birthday party for me. Cake and streamers, other little girls, and we played outside in flowery dresses and light sweaters. I have no recollection of who was there. I can't remember ever wanting a birthday party. I'd been to a couple of other kids' parties, and had come home in tears from both. I can't imagine I asked for one, although perhaps I did in an offhand or thoughtless way. I don't remember ever actually wanting one.
Not that it was terrible, inasmuch as I can recall. Just, mysterious. A rather lavish, undesired and awkward gift. I expect my reaction disappointed my mother. But putting me in a party dress and telling me to go play made about as much sense to me as putting me in a snowsuit and telling me to go swimming.
A brown February. Tomorrow a holiday. Friday half the day in BLS class. Next week taking a few vacation days. Keeping the month in check. February can be cruel and capricious, but will settle if left in peace.
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My sons organised a birthday party for me when I was 70. During it I announced that it was my first ever such party and some very old friends shouted me down, saying I'd had several birthday parties as a small child but had either flounced out in a temper or been banished to my bedroom for bad behaviour. I honestly don't know if this was true. I have no memories of any parties at all!
RR,
HA! Love it. And the idea of you as a small tyrant child. Maybe I was as horrible in my own way. Probably was, but more of a sulker.
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