And I love my Birthday (Birthday is capitalized like Labor Day or Christmas) and everyone knows it. It's a celebration of being alive and I just don't understand why that shouldn't be everyone's most important holiday of the year. If it weren't for my birthday, or yours, there would be absolutely nothing else to celebrate, right? But there is always a bit of disappointment surrounding it because...nobody has a parade for me. I know. Completely unreasonable and I've never held a parade for anyone else's birthday so what do I really expect? But still.
I woke up to pouring, dismal rain and I felt down and tired. Tenley called to cancel because she felt the same way. I too was at the point of erasing the day because as it went on I felt worse.... even ill.
But suddenly there came a moment when I asked myself, "what would Marcie do?"
Well, she sure as hell wouldn't mope around on her birthday, that's for sure. And I can also hear her say, as I have so many times, "I don't have time to be sick". She would take matters into her own hands with her usual joy of living. So I sent Tenley a text and told her that, yes, the day sucked but we might as well all be together while it sucked. She saw the logic in this and agreed to go. I bought a cake, packed an overnight bag and off we went.
And thanks to the wisdom of my dear friend Marcie, I was treated to a lovely soirée with friends and had the opportunity to see an evening sky like this. (honest, this is not photoshopped)
In the morning it was still beautiful.
I went to a vide grenier (village rummage sale) in the lovely village of Grambois.
I filled my aging belly with a giant American style hamburger and fries while enjoying the French national holiday of May Day (I've always thought it so lovely that there is a national holiday here where all the stores close in my honor. Come to think of it, that's almost like a parade!)
I spent the afternoon with my friend Claire and the evening on my terrace with another whom I hadn't seen in far too long.
And I still have 26 more days of Birthmonth!
Sometimes I just need to count my blessings and get over myself. Because they are rich and plentiful. And when I'm not in the throes of feeling sorry for myself, I know it. Thank you Marcie for being one of the many important teachers in my increasingly long life. And HAPPY Birthmonth to me.