Leave it to the Butcher to know what will cheer me up on a strangely hard birthday. My parents got me a ladder, which is nice and what I needed, but the Butcher remembered me waxing on about some locally made posters and so I woke up this morning to find that I was sharing a bed with a Sasquatch, a yeti, a kraken, and a Loch Ness monster. I’m hoping I can pick up some 11×17 frames fairly easily today because I’d prefer my Dad and the Butcher work together to hang them.
I’m still feeling a little off-kilter. Perhaps birthdays and family and dead family and cat-sitting and country music conferences are just too much all at once.
Still, as the song goes, I hope this day is good.
Ha ha ha, this is exactly why I love Don Williams. It’s not just that his voice is so effortlessly beautiful, it’s that he sings songs that sound like the only kinds of prayers I could ever sincerely pray.
This is a good version, too, because it’s heavy on the mandolin.
When I saw those posters, I immediately thought of you and imagined a world where I had the money to buy each of the sets, starting with that one.
I am so thrilled you have them.
I hope you know how much you are admired, respected and adored, dear lady. May this be the best year ever, and may each that follows be even better than the last.
Lord, we hope that all our Aunt B’s days are good.
Thanks, all. It was a really lovely day.