birthday

It's my big day. One of two. This is not the one I celebrate with any vigor. My sweetie gave me a huge bottle of my favorite perfume, and I am happy. Perfume, flowers, jewels. The three gift categories that work for me. As I got in my truck and looked into the sun, I saw the silhouette of a squirrel as it dashed across the phone lines above me. Today I will try to find stone supports for my bench top. It is a huge slab of basalt complete with fossils and butt imprints. I wish I could find matching basalt crystals, the kind that you see along the Columbia Gorge east of here. I could go there, I suppose. Since I live here and all.