Birthday

I had a birthday yesterday.  Yeah, it would be easy to complain, but as you know, there’s only one alternative to growing older and it isn’t one most of us want to contemplate too deeply.  I’ll take the birthday, thank you. Thunderstorms were forecast, and actually materialized, so The Man and I pushed our birthday outing at Lake George to today.  The lake was gorgeous as usual.  We sat on a bench and looked at the water, ate our picnic lunch, took a bike ride on the trail, had some ice cream, and drove up Prospect Mountain on the way out of town. I know what you're thinking, "Boy those crazy people really live on the edge!"

It was a fun, but tiring day.  I felt about 100 years old walking the trail to the peak of the mountain.  That Ben and Jerry’s ice cream cone just didn’t pack enough punch, I guess.  We found out (halfway up the path) from some people coming down, that there is a shuttle you can take….great—where was that information when I could still breathe? 

So because we spent the day at Lake George, no work was done on the patio slate project here at home.  I didn’t get through the paper piles in the back room.  The new dining room curtains weren’t lined and hemmed.  No work was done on the quilt.  I didn’t call to see if dogs are allowed at the beach rental.  (I know, Inky—those pups are coming either way, aren’t they?) And a multitude of other things on my To-Do list were ignored, but soooooo what?  It was a day for fun and relaxation, and as the commercial so aptly put it----I’m worth it!  (Now allow me to bore you with some pictures--thanks!)