It's All Over (Almost) -- Except for the Thank You Notes

Two days of being 65 have flown by, mixed with both celebration and the mundane details of life. I've gone out to eat twice, opened cards, talked on the phone and was delighted by remembrances from friends of long, long standing and shorter duration. I've been feted, fussed over and had a wonderful time. All the good wishes and celebrating were very much appreciated.

In the past I've written about my birthday -- especially at the milestone of turning sixty. But this time I felt much less philosophical, which somewhat surprised me. I have a philosophical turn of mind and I generally reflect on milestones large and very small. Not this one. Besides the festivities here are a few other moments of my day of becoming sixty-five.

  

The New York Times waited at my door, as it does almost every day. I was hoping for a birthday headline, but that's not the paper's style. Happily, there was no across-the-page headline trumpeting disaster and war. That may be the best gift I received yesterday. 

 

On the totally mundane, I dropped off dry cleaning -- not a picture opportunity -- and took the subway to Weight Watchers. There was no special birthday gift, other than losing a pound. On reflection, that's a happy gift, too.

 

 

I walked south on Broadway and came upon this doggy quartet, and then I came to one of my favorite summer moments, the Wednesday Lunchtime outdoor concert. 

 

There wasn't a rendition of "Happy Birthday," but the music was terrific. I've stopped by every Wednesday after Weight Watchers and enjoyed the music. 

 

 



I ultimately made my way to this restaurant, for one of the best birthday lunches ever. I remembered to take pictures as the food was served and I will be doing a separate post -- time for a New York summer food post -- early next week. 

 

 

One more celebration dinner and then for this birthday Cinderella, the coach becomes a pumpkin once again. But not for long. I've got to get my thank you notes done quickly -- grateful to have thank you notes to write -- because BlogHer is in town next week and normal mundane life will be suspended once again. 

 

Thank you all for your sweet and thoughtful birthday notes. As I look forward to the second half of my sixties I am so grateful for my Buttercupland friends. Some of you I've had the good fortune to meet and others I know only from your words and pictures. But I know, too, the good hearts and kind thoughts and that also go with your blogs, and am so glad that you have chosen to visit Buttercupland. 

 

As always, thanks for visiting and have a sweet day!