Yesterday was my birthday. It was a source of excitement for months because birthdays are the best of all holidays. You may not know it but my friends birthdays are ALL listed in my sweet little agenda. They may not hear from me, but if you listen closely enough, you can hear me whisper: Happy Birthday.

Larry made reservations at a little Bistro in Dallas for my birthday. We have been there often. It is cozy and charming. It takes about 45 min to an hour to get there from the cottage. When we arrived, they were closed. CLOSED. {the bad storms in Dallas left much of the city without power and had much damage. We had checked the bistro web site, and called. No messages were left anywhere about the storm and we thought that it was business as usual}

After a couple of hours driving home in the post storm traffic, we had dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant in Richardson. It was the most wonderful birthday I could have imagined.

In 1978, the first year that Larry and I were married, his mother gave me a birthday plate. I treasured that plate. I would bake and send goodies to friends on that plate. For about fifteen years, I used that plate. It meant the world to me. We had moved from Memphis to Texas and I used that wonderful treasure to share love and goodies. The plate was always returned back to me. Until once, I made cookies and delivered them asking only that the plate would be returned. It is the last time I ever saw the plate and the last delivery had been to my sister. {It was before we discontinued our dysfunctional relationship} The odd thing is, this year, I cannot get that plate out of my mind. Look!

I wonder if I can still order a This Day Is A Rose Plate? Noooo. It just would not be the same…

Love you beyond the moon.

Me

I felt sluggish on Tuesday and then a migraine hit me. Yesterday, Wednesday I still had a head ache and felt awful. I have been very tired with this. But…It is Thursday. I am dressed to walk a few miles but do not feel like it at all.

Have you ever noticed that when you don’t feel well, so many things can piss you off? I limit my social media time because many of the Captain Obvious postings and the self serving ” feel sorry for me’ postings make me anxious. I want so badly to say something nasty and when I don’t feel well the temptation is to great.

I have an interesting painting on the easel. I have worked on it this week and promised myself that I would not over-think this painting and that I would relax and enjoy the process. I have a tendency to keep painting when I should have put my brushes away 20 minutes earlier. It might be a summer of new ART habits.

It must be time for me to go to the lake. Maybe I will feel better after fresh air.

What do you do when you are sluggish, agitated and anxious? Do tell. I need all the help I can get.

Love you.

Me