Awwww crap the keyboard died. I did drop it just days before it gave up the ghost; maybe that was the reason it died ??? At any rate, I really didn’t use it very much. In fact, I would remove it while reading my Kindle. After only 5 months of use, I’d give this keyboard a pass.
A few years ago, a dear friend of mine had to change the cover of her book on Amazon due to a “slight” ( and I do mean a slight ) amount of an anal cleft. That being said, I was sent a list of ebooks on today and what did my little eye spy?
Yesterday was my birthday which means that I have received some unusual items. One of the most unusual items was some tea, not unusual in the normal sense I enjoy tea, however this tea is called Yaupon ( Ilex vomitoria ) or sometimes vomit tea. That being said, the latin name is misleading, you won’t vomit. I’ll let you know what I think after a few cups … until then enjoy this video on a proper cup of tea.
Mom made a cake. Yes, my 80-something-year-old ( I wont say exactly ) Mother baked me a Birthday cake. I suppose I should stop squawking about sharing my childhood Birthday cakes with my sibling — but where’s the fun in that? I’m 60, I should be allowed to squawk about whatever I want to squawk about.
Having said that, my nephews suggested putting candles on the cake and my dear sweet Mother said, “no, the cake is a little overcooked as it is”. Now wait a minute, was that a comment about my age?
Aside from a dear friend ( Sharon Day ) giving me Dale the Doll, I suppose the best gift was a t-shirt that read, “I wanted to go jogging but Proverbs 28:1.” Trust me, I laughed.
Willy cleaned up my old study. He helped by taking home a big box of electronics and games — ha ha. Oddly enough, he didn’t want any of my books.
I don’t know what life after 60 will bring, but it started with cake.
In less than two hours I will be sixty. It’s a nice round number. If I can say anything positive about turning 60, it would be that I love that people my age are called sexagenarians. The word sounds a little dirty and I almost expect a rebuke for using it.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
As time rolls by, I am made more and more aware of Blake’s tiger. I usually shake him off after my second cup of coffee but in my quiet moments I am still aware that I am being stalked.
Happy Birthday to me … Happy Birthday to me …
Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful for making it this far. I am also thankful for good friends and family, a soft cushion, a good book, and plenty of sweet tea.