It’s January 11th. I’m thinking about making some custard. I suddenly have access to a lot of eggs.

I just got back from a birthday weekend in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. I feel blessed to have had such a gathering of friends (and mutts) for my celebration. But I still always wish more of them could be closer on such days. Don’t you think it would be wonderful to have every last person (and dog) you love in one place for one day? It would be the best kind of overwhelming possible.


I’ve been thinking about my favorite things from the year that just ended. I have to defer to Adam for a description of my favorite album (his number one as well), because I don’t think I could describe it any better. Except for the gin-hole part. Me and gin, we’re taking a break right now after what happened on that last Pie Night. Red wine-hole, sure.

For Emma wrenches my heart all up. That’s a good thing. Please, if you haven’t devoted some time to getting to know it, now would be the time.

This was my favorite day.


I hope I love my birthday in 20 years as much as I did this year. I think it is a fine excuse to take stock, reflect, and celebrate life.

In my 29th year, I hope to feel a lot like this:



Oh. And one last thing. As dangerous as it probably is from a physical standpoint, I would be much happier if the world rained baby moose more often.

What is this?

This is an article that was posted on Jan 11, 05:29 PM.

Filed Under


, , , , ,

Comment [1]

  1. Jake Jan 12, 12:31 PM

    Getting everyone together for a day? Let me know if you figure out the secret before March. I’ve been trying to figure out what to do for my 30th (that sounds so weird).

    The use of the word “rump” in the moose story made me smile.

Comments are turned off for this article.


Where to next?

Possibly Related