Saturday, September 18, 2010
I'll Cry If I Want to
It's my birthday. Sometimes I think I like the days right before and after the big day the best. Yesterday included a trip to the hairdressers to get properly blonded, a birthday lunch at work with a delicious mango/coconut cake to finish and some fabulous presents.
When you work with people around the same table day after day, year after year, they know you the best. They see you happy and sad and tired and stressed. And if you're lucky they love you anyway. I'm lucky.
My good friend Alicia went back to Bolivia this summer and brought me back a hearts desire of mine. A vintage hand dyed hand woven blanket. It's heavy, it was one more suitcase for her to carry, their tickets got messed up and it took 3 days and many trips to the airport for her and her family to get out of the country. And there she was with that blanket. I opened it and I cried.
I best get moving, GG's up, there's a stack of oddly shaped boxes wrapped in construction paper for me to open and then we're off to work.