Yep, that time of year again. My birthday was this past weekend and having just come off a week-plus of travel to the east coast and with the Beloved staring at the next two weeks mostly on the road for work, when she asked what I wanted to do for it, I replied that really all I wanted was a quiet weekend at home.
And to eat a lot.
Well, you can hang that “Mission Accomplished!” banner from The Aerie’s rafter. After a trip to Coronado dog beach early on Saturday, I was able to spend the rest of the weekend relaxing: reading, playing piano, making a few quality cocktails, catching up on some tv. Pretty nice.
Oh, and eating a lot.
The Beloved wanted to make the entire weekend a schmear of all my favorite foods for breakfast, lunch and dinner. A worthy goal for sure, but one in which we realized that the goal was bigger than our digestive systems, so we scaled it back to a couple of fantastic dinners: our first attempt at making a porterhouse for two (awesome!) and a roast-it-all-day-pork and carrot risotto (awesomely awesome!).
Of course, there was cake, which we acquired from a new (to us) local cake bakery that we have been very excited to discover. Maybe a little too excited.
One of my presents was a new coffee mug for work in which the goal was to replace my snarky Charlie the Unicorn one with that of another cartoon character we discovered this year that maybe has a little better karma: Shaun The Sheep.
Penny got me a brand new seat back seat cover to protect my car when we go back and forth to dog beach. And naturally she wanted to shower me (practically literally) with birthday kisses.
Of course, with increasing numbers of solar orbits comes certain biological changes and one of the ones I’ve noticed over the last couple of months is that maybe – just maybe – the text in my books was looking a little blurry and most likely that road sign had to have been redone in a smaller font, because it sure seems harder to read…
And so yesterday I went to the optician and sure enough my right eye was — errr – somewhat worse than it had been back in the day when I got this prescription and then the nice eye doctor lady (who looked all of 20) said, “For your everyday glasses, you should probably consider bifocals or progressives.” Oi.
No worries. That’s cool. I had a plan to help with that sort of news. I used my dilated eyes to drive home without hitting anything and promptly got out the cake.