This week’s warm weather made it impossible to ignore yard chores any longer so I was forced out of the house to the back yard for general cleanup and adding topsoil to the terraced garden. Once I was out there I got into the old swing of things and set the bird bath up behind some large landscape rocks where there were no bushes or thick hedges to inhibit a bird wishing to bathe up on warm days.
In setting it up, it became apparent I’d have to set some fairly heavy rocks around the base so the strong winds wouldn’t blow it over again and finish the damage it inflicted a couple of summers ago when I tried to set it in the very same base. In doing so, I somehow let one rock land with a thud against another without removing my hand first, managing to add insult to injury on my crooked middle finger already crippled with arthritis. Ouch!
It’s hard to do anything requiring pressure against that finger, so I’m not so eager to type today. I tried to figure out how to say something without using that finger and hence the letters i and k and the comma, but couldn’t, even though I was awake half the night trying to figure out how to do so. (Therefore, ouch, for every one of those characters I hope you feel my pain.) The next best thing, or maybe the best thing as it were, might be to post pictures instead.
Here are a few shots from last Friday evening. Son-in-law treated us all to dinner family style at Buca DePeppo; the camera went with us to snap some pictures to share with daughter in New York. (Wish you and Ben could have been there!) How the birthday cake came (gratis) I’m not sure, but the waitress inquired if it was anybody’s birthday. Now mine really isn’t until May, but someone in the crowd said yes, hoping for cake I imagine. She asked who? and I replied mine pretty soon. Before we knew what, most of the whole serving crew for the evening were standing around our table, they and all the guests around us singing “happy birthday” to me. Why was I so embarrassed? Because my birthday isn’t until May? Perhaps!
But the red cake, I have to say, was delicious! The event had not been planned that way I’m pretty sure. So, for posterity or whatever reason, here’s the way we were on my almost birthday. Back next week, hopefully with better stories after my finger’s mended.