Bill wrote to me from his home in the woods of Maine to wish me Happy Birthday. He was leaving for Paris. He wrote, "I'll give your regards." I thought that phrase was for Broadway in New York City, but I love that's the way he thinks of me.
Sue, nearby in Virginia sent me a box of chocolate Oreos covered in more chocolate with nuts and sprinkles. I finished them in two days. She knows I love dark chocolate, and these were. Anyway, there really weren't that many.
Pat in Idaho sent me a yellow pottery pitcher. It gurgles. I've kept the paper insertion in which the designer explains the science and mathematics of the gurgle - the angle of tilt to pour the right amount of water. I wonder his other colors. I'm glad for mine. I love the color yellow.
My local family arranged a celebratory dinner at the country-style French restaurant in Chevy Chase. For dessert, we ordered two soufflés, one chocolate, one Grand Marnier. We passed each around the table savoring tastes. I opened the very big, beautifully wrapped box behind my chair filled with the bedspread and shams they knew I liked and wanted. Light weighted quilted with a soft blue-gray, white pattern. I felt it's shield and the love surrounding me. That may sound trite, but I know it's true.
