I was awakened this morning in two stages by two separate sounds. The first was the song sparrow, marking the 8:00 hour on the bird song clock; the second was the buzz of my iPhone under my pillow with birthday wishes from a friend.
I love having a summer birthday.
Because we are travelers, I have celebrated my birthday in many places—at summer camps, in Boston on the Freedom Trail, at Gettysburg and Cape Cod, on Route #66 in Arizona, in Montana and Wyoming, on the Oregon Trail, and more than once, here at the cottage.
Yep, a summer birthday is good.
It’s cool and sunny here today. The lake is smooth and calm. The water reflects up into the green of the trees making them look like electrical neon trees. There’s a swan on the lake in my front yard. HJohn reads on the dock. Ben is putting together small cardboard animal models. Charlie is eating a big fat chocolate donut from the Elk Rapids Bakery. Ron Jolly is hyping the weekend air show on WTCM. The dogs loll in the sun.
Our plan today is to maybe go in to Traverse and see a movie, eat out, spend several hours at a book store. A slow, relaxing day that was enhanced by over 40 birthday wishes first thing this morning.
“No man is a failure who has friends.”