It was a beautiful day for a birthday. 78° looking south over Lake Union from one of Adirondack chairs at Seattle’s Westward Restaurant. What a great place to hang out on a deliciously warm afternoon in October. She who must be obeyed was very happy.
Birthdays weren’t important celebrations when I was growing up. It wasn’t that my parents didn’t mark them. They did, but I was born a week before Christmas so my birthday was celebrated quietly. After all, the big event was looming just a week away.
Marilynn’s family, on the other hand, made a big deal out of them, and I’m coming around to that view. There aren’t that many left for us and I think they’re worth making some noise about. Here’s the birthday girl with her ritual glass of rose’. She learned to love it in Provence and it’s her drink of choice. She loves France.
We’ve been blessed with great weather this fall and it carried over to the birthday weekend. We took four different bike rides in four days and saw country from Arlington in the north to Green River in the south.
We ate outside at two different restaurants, visited a lovely art gallery and the Bellevue Art Museum, saw two films and finished with Happy Hour at Ruth’s Chris Steak House.
Happy Birthday, M. I love you.
More tomorrow…
I see that you are acquainted with a guy named Rumpole … or at least with his wife – “she who must be obeyed!”