Very excitingly, I now share a birthday with not only my "twin" from elementary school, but also rizzo's new daughter! Congratulations!!
My aunt and I went to the farmers' market as is usual for Thursday mornings. I caught a bit of a nap while she collected lunch and stuff, then she picked me up and we headed for a little beach she'd found, dogs and all.
The beach had cellphone reception about as bad as my cellphone reception at home, so joining zarhooie's birthday songs on my voicemail was another message from my father.
We spread out towels and had sandwiches and lounged in the sun. We both had books. The dogs found their own entertainment. Deacon was mostly drooling on things. The poodle decided to say hello to everyone, and eventually found a golden retriever who was playing catchball with the sea, and there was much running around. Deacon knocked over the dog pop-up tent from the inside. He also got sand all over every wet part of his face, including the drool. He even found a dead seagull to roll in!
I got sand all over too, but happily not in places that no sand should be. My sunblock seemed to have been sufficient, so I am not toasted.
When we got back, my sister called! We chatted about this and that.
I didn't manage to get a call in to my best friend, and when I stopped saying that I'd have a moment later, it was too late. Ah well, there will be other days and other calls.
As always, this day is not wholly mine. I will never forget 1989. It has been 20 years now.