The Furious Spinner

My b-day is over. It was a fine day, thank you very much. Mario is the hero of the day as usual. This is what Mario cooked today: eggs with shitake mushrooms, lemon cake with white icing, cherry tart, quinoa and peas, wild salmon, lightly steamed vegetables. He also ran to Hood River (30 minutes away) and went grocery shopping and got a movie. He cleaned the house, including the downstairs bathroom. He tied my tie.

I was sick to my stomach for about half the day, so I lay on the couch and worked on Church of the Old Mermaids. I felt better after lunch and a bath. A friend from Nevada called and sang me happy birthday. (Thanks, Steve.) Around six o'clock our friends started to arrive. By 7:00 eight of us sat in the living room eating and watching Network. It was better than I remembered. We paused it after the "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take this" speech and got dessert. About this time, two more people came.

After the movie, half of my friends left, the other half sat around talking about local politics. My friend Mary goes to nearly every city and county meeting. She's so knowledgeable about everything going on in this county, yet she can't get appointed or elected to anything. It is a veritable feast of good ol' boys. Recently the county prosecutor sued her and several other people and their spouses for challenging a proposed clearcut on county land. Sued her. It's vindictive. She calls these good ol' boys on their stuff, and they get pissed off. I admire all the work she does: It's all volunteer.

We ended the conversation with news of the 500,000 demonstrators in Los Angeles today. As far as I know the police essentially let them alone. Why can't they do that with peace demonstrators? Anyway, it was a nice evening. Everyone left at 11:00 p.m. when I said, "Get out." Now mounds of dishes await us. Mañana, man.

I wore my rock star shirt tonight. The photograph is blurry, but you can see the important part. No, not my bosom, the words ROCK STAR.


Here's a pic of Barbara, Mary, me, and Linda. Doesn't Linda look so beautiful? She's feeling good. She was walking around barely using her walker. She even went up and down our stairs for the first time in maybe a year. Mario took several photos of the four of us. This particular photo was shot after I said (and demonstrated) that we all needed to hike up what breasts we had, or something like that. Then we all told stories of what happens to women's breasts as the years go by. We asked the men if there was an equivalent thing that happened to men. Mario just kept taking pictures, but I may have mortified Barbara's husband. (Although he should be used to me by now.)


Happy days everyone! Okay, this is the end of pics of me for a while. Geez. 4 comments

4 Comments:

Kim,
Thanks for sharing all the photos...I love looking at them. Nights that I can't sleep I'm at the computer reading your blog. Thanks for sharing. It is nice now that I'm retired that I don't have to worry about getting up early after not sleeping well.

I hope you had a grand birthday. Vickie

By  Anonymous, at 5:12 AM  

Thanks, Vickie. I'm sorry you can't sleep sometimes, but I'm happy Furious Spinner helps. It helps me to write it when I can't sleep.

Sweet dreams!

By  Kim Antieau, at 9:46 AM  

Happy belatd birthday, Kim!

You're beautiful.

By  Inanna, at 11:36 AM  

Aw shucks. Thanks, Inanna!

By  Kim Antieau, at 12:17 PM  

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