Happy 36th. Or 31st, again. ( Very open)

Sep 21, 2011 10:19

No one knows what today is except for father, and he never did anything at home so there's no reason to expect it here. It does not matter as I prefer to keep the day quiet. I did my usual things, rising early and working out at my sword tree--I'll have to take Lyra there soon and begin her on that training. I went to work. Now I have a book of poetry by a Christopher Marlowe that I am reading here in the park. I have to admit that it's enjoyable to read words well put together though I'll likely always write poetry of my own.

I took a turn through the village and looked at the clothing for winter but I do not need anything and the only things I'd buy would be too close to what I already have. My things remind me of friends who gave them to me and people I miss but am thinking pleasantly of today. It would be good to go to dinner with Richard or stay in with Boromir and Henry. I could have had a drink with John or talked with Willow or gone riding with Shasta and Bree.

Today I don't know but I'm comfortable and content and whatever the village brings it is still my birthday.

Can be found in the park reading, earlier (afternoon) looking at shops, or later walking through the village again or even in the hotel lobby/hall.

Back when I chose 21 Sept. as Faramir's birthday I did not know that it was David Wenham's birthday. Happy (late, depending on where in the world you are) birthday, Mr. Wenham.

kerai, streets, faramir, park

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