Okay. Seventh year of my Fifties it is

Thanks to all of your dearnesses who buoyed me up this week. I received the best of presents too and celebrated at two dinners with friends. Who could keep up the bad mood with all of that going on?

An interesting thing last night: One of the women there was also celebrating her birthday which is today. We realized that I was born at Wesley Long Hospital in Greensboro mid-afternoon on January 17, 1952. She was born early morning at Wesley Long on January 18, 1952. That means, of course, that we were in the nursery at the same time! Then we realized that we attended Meredith two years together. And now, more than thirty years later have a budding friendship. Both of our mothers are dead, so there's no way to know if they knew each other during the time in the hospital.

I have a large family and everyone checked in, most of them singing Happy Birthday. My brother sent me $20. My friend Trisha gave me one of my daughter's books, there were donations made in my honor to Fellowship Hall and Heiffer Project, and my in-laws gave me gift certificates to my favorite clothing store. I had lunch with one daughter, another called and sent one her prints, and the third called twice to cheer me up. My husband gave me just what I wanted: a flash for my camera.

It helped to try to figure out why I was feeling funky, to read your wonderful posts here, and to celebrate via phone, email and in person with people I love.

Thanks again.