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and the post-celebratory update
So, uh, I apparently still can't take Merlin along on a series of errands without him melting down, even if they include the book and game stores. But I had a marvelous time looking through records and CDs and the godawful clothing people abandon at thrift stores, and we went and had a beautiful dinner. I asked for a Margarita and the waitress (who's known me my whole life) solemnly requested my ID and teared up as she examined it, talking about how she remembered when I was a baby and how can this be happening?! Then after dinner my mum conspired with her to have me brought a scrumptious piece of Mexican chocolate cheesecake and everyone in the room sang "Happy Birthday" to me and clapped when I blew out the candle. It just felt right, somehow, sharing that rite of passage with those people in that place.

Mum and Matisse were at the Meeting's retreat today, and apparently Mum -- who wasn't really paying attention to the time -- happened to glance at a clock and realize that it was the exact time, to the minute, that I had been born, and so she'd been a mother for 21 years to the minute then. Afterwards she told me about it, saying she hadn't been watching the clock -- it just happened to be that exact time. Which sort of makes up for the fact that she forgot to wish me a happy birthday when she burst into my room at early o'clock to get something she needed for the retreat. Uh.

Anyway, yeah, pretty good day.