It’s my birthday, and I’m far from home. Friends and family have been wonderful – Lynn et al gave me a surprise party on Wednesday night before the young marrieds took off the next day, with a cake and candles and presents and everything. My mother sent a card which arrived today, Saturday – yes, the extraordinarily efficient French postal service delivers on Saturday. Emails have flooded in, including a great film clip from Bruce Kellett and Nicky Lipman in Vancouver, singing “Happy Birthday” backstage at the Arts Club. Anna, Chris, Lani, Lynn B., Chuck, all have sent messages.
Though the weather continues sublime, I know it’s fall, because the garden is shutting down and suddenly there’s so much