Another Day

And now I’m back to just another day. In spite of how we mark them—birthdays, graduations, weekends, whatever— that’s pretty much what it always is. Just another day. To be fortunate enough to wake up to it is reason enough to celebrate. 

 

Meanwhile, my birthday was just right. Breakfast at a traditional spot with my beyond-wonderful colleagues,  a walk through the town of Carmel and stroll down the beach. Back to the hotel to swim my 73 laps, my life before my eyes (in my imagination) in slow motion. Then finally the long-anticipated (by me only!) cornhole tournament! At one point, I got five in a row into the hole! (But still we lost one game). 

 

There was a lovely birthday canon sung to me at dinner by my Level III, a few sweet cards with kind words that help me feel I’m not a total failure as a human being and then on to watch this year’s “Sunday Night Movie” selection, The Summer of Soul.  A small audience as folks were busy finishing up weekend homework and those that weren’t wisely realized that their lives in this special place were more interesting than the movies. Which is almost true, but in this case, the movie is pretty extraordinary. I had already seen it, but it certainly is worth multiple viewings. 

 

Today has been an auspicious start to my 74^th year, teared up twice in my morning sessions, both times from the overflow of truth and beauty. It’s another perfect temperature (70’s) sunny day and part of my longs for the summer leisure to swim, sit and do a Crostic, find a piano and play. But alas, I’m behind on correcting the homework assignments and I can feel myself at their water’s edge, putting off the moment when I have to dive into the cold waters of “must do.” But once I’m in, I know I’ll warm up and enjoy it.

 

1-2-3—Splash!!!!