HB to Me
I can’t sing the Beatles song quite yet, but I’m just one year short. My birthday arrived quietly and found me sleeping in until awakened by a phone call at 9:30. Did I ever even think I could sleep so late?
I was amazed to check my email and find it full of messages from people who use Facebook far more often than I do. They were interspersed with greetings from people who just happen to know it is my birthday. And there was an e-book gift from my daughter: The Paris Wife: A Novel by Paula McLain. A good way to start the day for sure.
Since it was so late, I figured I might as well eat brunch. So I made the most delicious frittata -- eggs with shitake mushrooms, sweet red pepper, green onions, parsley, sour cream, and parmesan cheese.
Tonight we will have dinner out with good friends and on Saturday a few more people will come help me blow out some candles. But as with the recent holidays, this one is more about taking it easy than about setting off fireworks!