Happy Birthday to Me!
Tomorrow morning will be spent baking and frosting the cake. Sounds weird, but absolutely necessary to have sweet smells entering and leaving the kitchen. Sweet for my soul. This week has been a *burrr,* a *wizz* and a *flurry* - yep all in that order where writing and motherhood are concerned. Just finding now the soft niche of the writing. It's taking forever long.
I'd like to do more baking.. perhaps a loaf of sweet bread if I have the energy. This time last year, I was sprawled on the floor of our living room in our kibbutz home with marking and papers. Now I'm writing a book. How funny.
I'm thinking about our earlier afternoon meal: H and I grabbed the bus to the Strip district to a nice Italian restaurant, just enough to stick around before catching the bus uptown to the JCC back to Ivry. Grandparents have sent something via Amazon and initiated that if they were only closer they would watch Ivry. But of course I have other birthday wishes too. I'm writing. And that's the first wish. *oops!*