Some years, the birthday fairy is missing in action. This year, the birthday fairy was in fine form, but he almost didn't get a chance to strut his stuff.
On Sunday, the day before my birthday, we had a quiet day at home. We both thought we'd communicated to the other that it would be nice for me to open my presents a day early -- we had lots of time, we were feeling fairly refreshed and unstressed. Somehow the message failed to penetrate into either of our brains. Monday, the actual day of my birthday, by the time I got home, I was miserable, grouchy, unhappy, and very tired, not necessarily in that order. Late in the evening, when presents were offered, I just wanted to go to bed.
Finally on Tuesday, we tried again. There was an impressive pile waiting for me, mostly from Robert's recent trip to Santa Fe. A few highlights: three different types of blackberry mead from a New Mexico winery. A CD of computer Sudoko. A biography of a Santa Fe woman. Spatulas that can tolerate very high heat in kicky turquoise. Chocolate from a Santa Fe chocolate shop, including chili chocolates. Some chipotle chili (hmm, instead of taquitos, maybe we could mix the chili powder with black beans and put *them* on top of the fake spanish rice?). And the pieces de resistance... Two presents from Nambe, one of our favorite design centers. One is a crystal vase reproduction of a traditional Indian basket, the other a pair of twisted crystal candlesticks. Both are stunning.
Robert's explanation? It's not often that someone has a birthday divisible by 50. Wow.
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