my birthday number is a moving target.
i love how the kinder announce they are ‘and a half!’
the moment they have a birthday.
they quite naturally understand this concept.
today, i am 64.
and a half!
“i was 32 when i started cooking; up until then i just ate.” -jc
happy memorial birthday to julia child,
american chef extraordiniare , rebel, eccentric, pioneer, lover of all things butter
and the one who brought the art of french cooking to america.
“with enough butter anything is good.”
“miss child is never bashful with butter”
jc -i plan to whittle a stick of butter into a smaller stick of butter today in your honor.
image credits: (b/w) google. com, (color) butter sculptures, pennsylvania state fair
a scene from the road rally in the sideways rain
leap frog in the park
last night i told a joke to a woman at a comedy club, led a group of strangers in follow-the- leader in t.j. maxx, bought 60 cents of gas, got into a theater box office, danced the sugar plum fairy ballet and push it, had the zingerman’s staff sing happy birthday to me, tried to jam our team into one shopping cart, read a children’s book aloud to an adult in the library, found five different kinds of balls, secretly wrote crossword answers in the new york times and put it back, wore protective hockey gear, held a lobster, paid for a stranger’s purchase, ate as a group at taco bell, wore university of michigan gear that wasn’t mine, added my gum to a public wall art display, read incredible notes, shared food and drinks and blew out candles and it was a night to always be remembered.
sock monkeys vs. glitters vs. kwames
what a wonderful decade birthday celebration
thanks to all of you for every bit of it
it meant everything.
“life goes by fast. enjoy it. calm down. it’s all funny.”
– joan rivers
at the nature center for grandie v’s 6th birthday celebration
the scientist helps us to measure our wingspans
before we take a stroll outside to find this beautiful bird
rescued and healing a broken wing
whose wingspan we hope will return one day
and we are grateful to have our wings.
“happiness makes up for height for what it lacks in length.”
“today is the last day i will ever be 3.”
“tomorrow when you wake up you will be 4.”
“that is magic.”
“yes, that is magic.”
(conversation i had in my classroom today)
“it’s alright, just wait and see, your string of lights is still bright to me.
who you are is not where you’ve been. you’re still an innocent. it’s okay…. ”
― taylor swift
image credit: bbc, listicle
at the asian new year birthday celebration
of our young friend, y
wearing her traditional korean holiday dress
and bowling shoes
basketball, rock and roll, and football
playing on the big screens
of the american bowling alley
celebrating with grandies and more friends
indian, african-american, lebanese, irish, iranian, korean
adults, children, babies
all enjoying the fun
all sharing a meal
all blowing out the candles
“preservation of one’s own culture does not require contempt or disrespect for other cultures.”