Well, I’m a year older now.
Okay, technically, I’m a day older than I was yesterday, and three days older than I was on October 12, my official birthday. But you know what I mean.
This year, we decided to take advantage of a relative’s kind offer, and we spent my birthday (and a long weekend!) at the beach — Duck, North Carolina, on the Outer Banks. We typically go down there once or twice a year, usually in the heart of winter. Duck is a wonderful place off season — nearly deserted, with most businesses closed up tight, with nearly no one on the beach, and with cold, bracing winds that can howl all night in classic nor’easters.
Not so much in mid-October this year!
The temps were in the 80s — I dramatically overpacked for cool weather and just got by with the T-shirts I brought (and I mourned my failure to bring shorts or sandalsl!) On Saturday, the beach was actually *crowded*, and there were lots of folks on the sand every day. All the businesses were open (even the Dairy Queen ), and the roads were surprisingly busy. In short, “our” Duck looked completely different from the Duck we normally encounter.
Of course, it was enjoyable, all the same. We took walks on the sand (with surprisingly high tides and lots of waves!), and we indulged in meals at our favorite restaurants. We got a lot of reading done, and we watched a lot of movies — binged the second half of HOMELAND, Season 3, and the BEYOND Linklater movies, and an odd, well-made little film called A SIMPLE PLAN.
All in all, a perfect birthday weekend, brightened by the Facebook posts of many, and emails from even more, and cards and phone calls and, and, and, and… I feel well and truly spoiled! (I also feel like I’m never going to eat anything other than salad and lean grilled meats, for the rest of my life )
And that is why it’s time for me to get back to work