Sunday, February 1, 2009

A Halo at Thirty-Eight

Some days are better than others, that much is clear. Today––my birthday––was spent, not at a party and certainly not watching The Football Show, but with Duncan, celebrating in the quietest and most simple of ways, enjoying the sunshine both outside and in, alongside the cats, who found patches of light and curled up like golden gumdrops in the window sills, under the table, on pillows. It was not quite the day I'd hoped for, but in its own way it was perfect and complete, with patches of magic scattered throughout. And I was reminded that even on these less memorable days, when it seems the world has somehow forgotten us, or we have forgotten it, when adventure takes a back seat to chores, domesticity and the minutiae of every day life, there are halos if only we remember to look in the right places.

They are everywhere.


David said...

Well... I certainly remembered the big day. (You've reminded me often enough of it! "It's NOT Groundhog Day!") And I would have been there with a cake if I could have. Please enjoy your day off with Duncan! And Happy Birthday again!!!!

Lori said...

Sometimes I think the peaceful/boring days, days that are not much more than an absence of a crisis or disaster, are the best kind!

caboval said...

Awe Duncan IS your angel! Happy Birthday my friend! Hugs, Valerie Joey and Kealani

merely me said...

Happy Everything to you!

Sue said...

Happy Belated Birthday Curt! I'm sorry I'm late in sending you good wishes. I hope it was wonderful.

Lots of love,
Sue, Jack, Jill, and Kona