Happy midterm elections, USA!
Ahem. Yeah. Doesn’t the world feel in such a sorry state these days?
You’ll forgive me if I’m focused more on the personal than the political today. Because…it’s BIRTHDAY TIME! Woot!
I received a package from my mom last week with 3 wrapped presents and tried waiting to open them until today. (I’m like an impatient kid in this respect and could only last until the weekend before succumbing to my curiosity and peeking early).
Besides the thrill of gifts (thank you, mom!), this marks a triumph, too. It was the first package that has arrived safely from my mom IN YEARS.
Dipping way back in the archives, I once declared La Poste my number one nemesis. So many packages had gone missing (and I heard from a chorus of readers who experienced the same thing), that it seemed someone was sneaking away with the goods. And so I sacrificed the comfort of care packages from home forever (sniff!)
My mom would heroically try again from time to time to no avail, but this time, holy miracle! It arrived. Let’s take this as a great sign for the year ahead.
I thought to do a little pampering for my birthday (France has taught me the value of self-care), but part of what I wanted was not to get bogged down planning anything.
So oops! Couldn’t get an appointment today for my little treats. That’s ok: I now have a salon appointment on Friday for a hair cut and a massage on Saturday. I’m more than happy to stretch the birthday out all week.
I’ll be seeing my beau soon, then have a little fete with my writing workshop tomorrow.
With any luck, I might even run into some colorful festivity such as this forró flashmob in Paris.
A simple celebration and I couldn’t be happier.
(Oh, actually I could! I love receiving your comments. Thank you for reading – it’s the best gift ever).
Update: wow, package from my dad just now arrived, too. 3 delivered packages from the post in a week? Amazing!