When I’m 64?
Hang on a minute. I am 64! Today! I remember when that Beatles song first came out, and me thinking — 64? Unimaginable. Well — I’m 64 today. Hilarious.
Here is a picture of my African drum-teacher and me a few summers back, to give you a partial visual of what we did today : Play drums for 500 children at a local elementary school. True! 500! What a party! Pawty, I guess, as we say here in blogland.
So, welcome to the pawty. So many things to celebrate.
The boys want me to notice that the spring peepers have piped up today.
We’ve heard from them here and there already this year — but today, on my birthday, is the first day they’ve been at it all day long and into the night as I write this. Thank you, peepers. Happy birthday to you, too.
Bugs is feeling his oats. Where did that evil feather go?
Bugs levitating up the chair-back. Where is it?
Evil feather, subdued. Bugs may be reflecting on what he did to my birthday present Hootie, a year or two back aways in our relationship. Will you still feed me?
The very thought still gives him indigestion.
What a “tail” of woe, Ma. I myself would never do such a thing.
I dine only on the gigantic fluffy pea.
Here is what the Bean will be dining on, this coming Thursday when next she goes into town. A Bliss cupcake. Strawberry cake topped with strawberry buttercream, both made from strawberry purée.