Yesterday I turned a year older and I think when people ask me how old I am, I may have to tell them I’m the first and only 39 because I think it is silly to say 39 again–like 40 won’t come if you don’t mention its name. Whatever. Next year I’ll be 40 so effing what.
We didn’t have any big plans but we did buy tickets to go to the Best of the Wurst cook-off and we planned to recycle electronic equipment–hot times I tell you. We did neither. Instead the lawn guy showed up with a power spreader and we borrowed it for a few hours. So I got to ride around on one of these:
and spread fertilizer/weed killer/crap I’m not real interested in continuing to put down.
We’re following the grass guy’s instructions this year to get the grass to grow on our former wasteland and then I think once the grass is healthy and established we’ll backslide and just make sure something green is growing out there. I like to garden but I don’t want to be responsible for one of those perfect lawns. We have a yard not a lawn and definitely not one of those golf course look-a-likes.
After the power spreader was picked up and more instructions given, we went to the fish monger and got an awesome piece of tuna and drove by the Wurst festival only to think it looked lame from the road and high-tailed it to the grocery store. Where, upon entering the store, found the biggest bottleneck of zombies. It was an amazing display of clueless, shopping zombies. The better-half had the cart and I turned around to give him a smile because it is rare to see so many stupefied shoppers in their native environment like that.
The Niece and her mother stopped by late in the afternoon and gave me a coffee mug that says “Aunt, like mom only cooler.” Heh. I liked the mug a lot. We hung out with them for a little while and then continued with our low-key birthday celebration.
The better-half made an encrusted tuna dish (encrusted with mustard, poppy and sesame seeds–then seared and sliced thinly) served over fava beans, roasted red pepper, corn and bacon. Delicious. He also made a rice pilaf from scratch. We had raspberries and macaroons for dessert.
Happy Birthday!!
Half the time I can’t remember how old I am. I’ll be 45 in September and that number surprises me sometimes.
I totally agree on the yard thing. I’ve actually encouraged the moss to grow. It’s soft and green and pretty and no maintenance.