This morning Michael stopped by on his way to Trader Joes to drop off this pretty bouquet of flowers he'd given me last night and I'd forgotten to bring home. I was still in my new purple pajamas. He said I need a doorbell (I don't have one and I didn't hear him knocking) but I kind of like not having one. Besides, he doesn't even have a front door, let alone a doorbell (it's a long story).
He was going to take me out to dinner for my birthday (which was a week ago) but I decided my favorite restaurant was his house–better than Chez Panisse Cafe where we'd planned to go. I ordered his chef's special: grilled fresh wild salmon from Monterey Fish Market, creamy mashed potatoes, baked mushrooms stuffed with garlic and salsa, steamed broccoli and carrots and Acme bread. He used to make that for me every Friday night before things got different. He even sang Happy Birthday and brought out a piece of cake with a lit candle for me to make a wish. Then we settled in to watch Kiss Kiss Bang Bang which I thought was hilarious but he thought was irritating. I still have a couple more birthday celebrations to collect from my sister and sons. I like stretching my birthday out as long as possible.
Ink & watercolor in my sketchbook.