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Jun. 4th, 2009 08:40 pmI hope you have a happy birthday today, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aurora_lamour, as good a day as possible. And more to come.
aurora_lamour, as good a day as possible. And more to come.Birthday...
Jun. 4th, 2009 08:40 pmI hope you have a happy birthday today, aurora_lamour, as good a day as possible. And more to come.
aurora_lamour, as good a day as possible. And more to come.Just Another Day
Mar. 11th, 2009 11:54 pmWhen I was a boy, I used to write a private letter to myself on my birthday; sort of a message to my future self, a way to capture my thoughts and feelings.
That didn't always work out well. Children can't ever really count on privacy, after all. Maybe nobody can.
Anyway, today was my birthday, and I have a nagging feeling that I should at least make some small note for myself. Sebastian considered it a big deal, of course. He was all excited to give me the present that he and Teri had picked out: a Nintendo DS, and a Final Fantasy game for it. He's so precious!
The thing is at 45, a birthday is just another day, you know? But I don't know how to tell him that, and I don't think I'd want to if I could.
So here's how things are: they're okay. I'm reasonably healthy, money is tight but we're not desperate, and we're all doing well. That's not to say that everything is perfect. A good friend is in the hospital, and I'm worried. A family member isn't feeling well. There are a few things I need to deal with. Our social life is badly lacking. I still haven't been able to write fiction the way I would like. But all in all, things could certainly be much worse.
Tonight Sebastian asked me to sing to him, so I did. And then he begged me to sleep in his bed all night. Unfortunately he's a bit of a restless sleeper, as well as a bed hog, so I knew that was impossible.
Speaking of sleep, Teri did let me sleep in this morning; after we dropped Sebastian off at school and picked up a few things at Lowes for the dining-room project, I went back to bed. My dreams were strange. We were living in a penthouse apartment or condo on top of a tall building in a big city. Part of the apartment was open-air, and it was lightly raining in the dark. As I ran across the open area, I slipped and skidded towards the edge of the roof; but there was a solid fence, so I wasn't in any danger of falling. The lights of the city were large and incredibly beautiful; huge words were spelled out along the side of a building across the way, but I don't remember what they said. I turned to Teri in the dream and said "See, hon? This is why I've always wanted to live in the city."
Okay, enough. It's really too late, and I need sleep.
That didn't always work out well. Children can't ever really count on privacy, after all. Maybe nobody can.
Anyway, today was my birthday, and I have a nagging feeling that I should at least make some small note for myself. Sebastian considered it a big deal, of course. He was all excited to give me the present that he and Teri had picked out: a Nintendo DS, and a Final Fantasy game for it. He's so precious!
The thing is at 45, a birthday is just another day, you know? But I don't know how to tell him that, and I don't think I'd want to if I could.
So here's how things are: they're okay. I'm reasonably healthy, money is tight but we're not desperate, and we're all doing well. That's not to say that everything is perfect. A good friend is in the hospital, and I'm worried. A family member isn't feeling well. There are a few things I need to deal with. Our social life is badly lacking. I still haven't been able to write fiction the way I would like. But all in all, things could certainly be much worse.
Tonight Sebastian asked me to sing to him, so I did. And then he begged me to sleep in his bed all night. Unfortunately he's a bit of a restless sleeper, as well as a bed hog, so I knew that was impossible.
Speaking of sleep, Teri did let me sleep in this morning; after we dropped Sebastian off at school and picked up a few things at Lowes for the dining-room project, I went back to bed. My dreams were strange. We were living in a penthouse apartment or condo on top of a tall building in a big city. Part of the apartment was open-air, and it was lightly raining in the dark. As I ran across the open area, I slipped and skidded towards the edge of the roof; but there was a solid fence, so I wasn't in any danger of falling. The lights of the city were large and incredibly beautiful; huge words were spelled out along the side of a building across the way, but I don't remember what they said. I turned to Teri in the dream and said "See, hon? This is why I've always wanted to live in the city."
Okay, enough. It's really too late, and I need sleep.
Just Another Day
Mar. 11th, 2009 11:54 pmWhen I was a boy, I used to write a private letter to myself on my birthday; sort of a message to my future self, a way to capture my thoughts and feelings.
That didn't always work out well. Children can't ever really count on privacy, after all. Maybe nobody can.
Anyway, today was my birthday, and I have a nagging feeling that I should at least make some small note for myself. Sebastian considered it a big deal, of course. He was all excited to give me the present that he and Teri had picked out: a Nintendo DS, and a Final Fantasy game for it. He's so precious!
The thing is at 45, a birthday is just another day, you know? But I don't know how to tell him that, and I don't think I'd want to if I could.
So here's how things are: they're okay. I'm reasonably healthy, money is tight but we're not desperate, and we're all doing well. That's not to say that everything is perfect. A good friend is in the hospital, and I'm worried. A family member isn't feeling well. There are a few things I need to deal with. Our social life is badly lacking. I still haven't been able to write fiction the way I would like. But all in all, things could certainly be much worse.
Tonight Sebastian asked me to sing to him, so I did. And then he begged me to sleep in his bed all night. Unfortunately he's a bit of a restless sleeper, as well as a bed hog, so I knew that was impossible.
Speaking of sleep, Teri did let me sleep in this morning; after we dropped Sebastian off at school and picked up a few things at Lowes for the dining-room project, I went back to bed. My dreams were strange. We were living in a penthouse apartment or condo on top of a tall building in a big city. Part of the apartment was open-air, and it was lightly raining in the dark. As I ran across the open area, I slipped and skidded towards the edge of the roof; but there was a solid fence, so I wasn't in any danger of falling. The lights of the city were large and incredibly beautiful; huge words were spelled out along the side of a building across the way, but I don't remember what they said. I turned to Teri in the dream and said "See, hon? This is why I've always wanted to live in the city."
Okay, enough. It's really too late, and I need sleep.
That didn't always work out well. Children can't ever really count on privacy, after all. Maybe nobody can.
Anyway, today was my birthday, and I have a nagging feeling that I should at least make some small note for myself. Sebastian considered it a big deal, of course. He was all excited to give me the present that he and Teri had picked out: a Nintendo DS, and a Final Fantasy game for it. He's so precious!
The thing is at 45, a birthday is just another day, you know? But I don't know how to tell him that, and I don't think I'd want to if I could.
So here's how things are: they're okay. I'm reasonably healthy, money is tight but we're not desperate, and we're all doing well. That's not to say that everything is perfect. A good friend is in the hospital, and I'm worried. A family member isn't feeling well. There are a few things I need to deal with. Our social life is badly lacking. I still haven't been able to write fiction the way I would like. But all in all, things could certainly be much worse.
Tonight Sebastian asked me to sing to him, so I did. And then he begged me to sleep in his bed all night. Unfortunately he's a bit of a restless sleeper, as well as a bed hog, so I knew that was impossible.
Speaking of sleep, Teri did let me sleep in this morning; after we dropped Sebastian off at school and picked up a few things at Lowes for the dining-room project, I went back to bed. My dreams were strange. We were living in a penthouse apartment or condo on top of a tall building in a big city. Part of the apartment was open-air, and it was lightly raining in the dark. As I ran across the open area, I slipped and skidded towards the edge of the roof; but there was a solid fence, so I wasn't in any danger of falling. The lights of the city were large and incredibly beautiful; huge words were spelled out along the side of a building across the way, but I don't remember what they said. I turned to Teri in the dream and said "See, hon? This is why I've always wanted to live in the city."
Okay, enough. It's really too late, and I need sleep.
