Today, I am 38 years old. The same age my mom was the year I got married. That doesn’t seem like it can possibly be right, but the math adds up. Mom was 20 years older than me, I got married at 18, so, yeah. She was 38 when I got married. Weird.
I do not historically have good birthdays. I quite frankly do not historically have good Novembers, to be honest. Most years, my strategy going into November is Suckyness Management.
This has been a really good November so far. And it was a wonderful birthday.
First, Chris took off from work just so he could spend the day with me. We started out getting day passes to the Floyd County YMCA. We swam in the pool for a good half hour or so.
One of the sucky things about being born in November is that the weather is usually awful, rainy and cold. You do not have pool parties in November, traditionally. This was the first time I ever got to go swimming on my birthday. It was delightful.
I sat in the sauna at the Y. I don’t know why treating your body like a piece of fruit leather or beef jerky in progress is so relaxing, but it totally is.
We left the Y and went to Toast on Market, which is a wonderful place to get breakfast or brunch or lunch. Since Chris was driving and I didn’t have anywhere to be, I ordered a spiced apple mimosa. I also got delicious Drowned Eggs, which were perfectly poached and drowning in tomato cilantro sauce.
Every day should start out with swimming and mimosas and perfectly poached eggs with your best friend.
We discussed going to the Cheddar Depot in Salem, but then decided to go to Huber’s Orchard & Winery instead, because (A) it was closer and (B) Huber’s has this 4 year old cheddar cheese that is so sharp, it sucks every ounce of moisture out of your mouth. It’s awesome. Plus, they have a complimentary wine tasting flight.
We picked up the cheddar and a bottle of Christmas Wine, briefly considered some apple butter and fudge, and then headed out to Mt. St. Francis monastery in Floyds Knobs. They have a beautiful hiking trail in the woods with the stations of the cross. We hiked the trail, got good and tired, worked up a bit of an appetite again, and headed in to Corydon.
I browsed the lovely vintage clothes at Viola’s Gallery, and then we went to Butt Drugs. I got the “Brand Name Only” which was a cherry Coke float. I’m pretty sure at this point I was building up to a sugar crash of “five year old birthday party” proportions.
Which did, in fact, happen, but another of those “decadent day-off luxuries” is a late afternoon nap.
All day long, I kept getting text messages from people wishing me Happy Birthday on Facebook. And it really was happy, so thanks for wishing for that, people.
I had planned originally to spend my birthday alone, writing on my NaNoWriMo novel (which, as it turns out, is an anthology instead of a novel.) I meant to go to Quills & Quibbles, the writers group at my local library, but after all the activity of the day, I was just too wiped out to go.
Mid-November is about 9 months after Valentine’s Day, so I’ve noticed there are an awful lot of people with birthdays on or very near mine. So if it’s your birthday, too, then I hope you have one as good as mine. 🙂 Here’s to another blessed and adventurous year!