Happy birthday to me

Early to bed / late to rise. That’s how it’s done when you know how to celebrate. I enjoyed my extended stay in bed with multiple cups of coffee. Finally roused myself and was busily making myself breakfast (think I’m starting to get the hang of omelette making) and bringing craigslist chairs in from the garage, when a pickup truck pulled up with two women. Apparently the house was owned by one of their great grandfather’s and she had not been in house in 30 years. I gave them a tour around while my potatoes over cooked and then got cold. But it was worth it to hear the stories. Clearly the house had been very meaningful to her and the family. Time passing is such a bittersweet thing