Today is International Day of Shan. Today I am thirty-six.
I am going to have a great day. Schedule:
1030 - Yarn sale at the LYS with my friend. I have a sweater bag of Jo Sharp Silk Road DK (50% off) in my cross hairs.
1130 - Coffee (with chance of lunchy stuff), with said friend and my children.
1300-1600 - Tea party/knitting frenzy with Mum.
1730 - OUT for dinner! Amazing! I plan on jasmine rice with coconut madras. I will wear my new vest. Knitting pics later when the sun returns (April-May).
1900 - Home for cake. CAKE, BY ALL THAT IS HOLY. I was going to make one, as usual, but Mr HSB walked in while I was planning, and said "I can buy you a cake, you know."
Yes, thank you, I will take the chocolate mousse.
NOTES FROM THE LATE THIRTIES
* Time passes slowly until you're about 27. Then one day you make another pot of coffee, pay a bill, watch a little TV, and when you check the clock you're turning 36.
* When you're 36, stuff that happened 18 years ago is surprisingly vivid.
* And it's weird to clearly remember events of three decades ago. One of these days (like, tomorrow) I'll be able to remember events of six decades ago. I'm betting it'll be weird then, too.
* I used to assume that when I was in my thirties I'd have it all together. I don't, though. You won't either. (Link is to a sound clip, language warning.)
* Gravity and evaporation are not your friends. Hydrate, people, hydrate.
Enjoy my birthday, peoples! Maybe there's a pint somewhere with your name on it and you can heft it in my honour.