Don't expect anything fun or magical today. Got a birthday card yesterday from a parishioner who always remembers occasions (Thanks, Helene). My aunt Clarice e-mailed me with best wishes. I might expect another card or two, but that's as much hoopla as we have time and energy for.
This Sunday afternoon, some old friends are coming over to Wilderstead. We'll be burning some brush and toasting the good old days together. Sort of a belated birthday party, I guess. Think I'll stay out in the woods that night.
For now, I am left with questions:
Where are the snows of yesteryear?
Si man i yulma nin enquantuva?
What am I doing up at this ungodly hour?