I was standing in my kitchen a few hours ago, contemplating a sink full of dirty dishes

and admitting to myself that I’d really love to put the chore off by calling a friend to chat, but that I can’t - easily - because I’ve been out of touch with everyone for over six months, long enough that the only person who still emails me is Al Gore.

I felt tears burning in my nose, and I let myself feel sorry for myself for about 90 seconds, but that’s all, because I have better things to do, and if I wanted a birthday party, dammit, I should have planned one.  

Bean, the almost-five-year-old amateur psychologist, looks up from penmanship practice to ask me why I’m crying. 

“Mommy’s only crying a little bit. I’m OK. I’m just sad because my birthday is tomorrow.” 

“Oh…”, he nods, wise and understanding. “You’re sad because it’s not your birthday right now?” 

Which wasn’t the problem at all, but it was funny, and I laughed, which banished my tears for real. Then I washed the dishes, and we both got dressed for the beach, even though it’s raining, because we are not easily distracted from our dreams. 

  1. coleimperi said: Missing you. I just got back from Israel and am feeling like I’m not home. Maybe you felt this back in NY? Also, Happy Birthday early. You deserve a great day. <3 you!
  2. braincooksidea said: happy birthday tomorrow! I hope it’s sunny. :)
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