My Birthday

We had settled in well to our new freshly-redone ground floor suite.  My birthday came along so it was time to splurge a bit. 

                                            

My standard answer when students asked me how old I happened to be on my birthday each November was, "The same age Christ was when they killed him."  Then they would have to do some research.  Or I would say, "Sweet 16 and never been kissed."  Some just wandered away happy.  Others were puzzled, and a few scoffed or groaned.  Actually I turned 68.  I don't know how the hell that happened.  For my birthday this year we went out to dinner to try a new village restaurant.  The food was passable but we won't go there again.  We have other places we like better.  Or it might be a good afternoon coffee spot in warmer weather as it has a lovely courtyard area. 

Then Old Man went to the Legion to play crib and I went with friends to see a Shakespearean spoof called "A Midsummer

Night's Midterm".   It was about a group of students who were struggling to understand the original story.  I learned some things from their studies and explanations to each other while seated in front of the left wing, in a small area made to look like  a corner of one of their living rooms.  The original play was being acted out on the rest of the stage and would freeze as the students discussed their impressions such as, "That woman needs therapy."  or   "Can't she see he is just not into her."  I especially enjoyed the antics of a woman playing Puck.   In real life she takes in foster children. 

This is my friend Andrea who with her partner Nadine organize the Arts for the area under their umbrella organization called Winding Rivers Arts and Performance or WRAP.   I was amazed at the quality of talent in this small area of Canada.  Actors came from several local villages to put this on in the Ashcroft Community Hall. What a delightful birthday present this was.  I laughed and laughed and enjoyed my evening so much.  Thanks everybody.