This greeting comes from Switzerland, where a lady in one of my Ravelry groups currently lives, and this is apparently how you say Happy Birthday in colloquial Swiss German. It amuses me just as much as “Hippie bird day, two ewes” does.
So, last Sunday was my birthday and I have now turned 32. Do I feel any different from 31? Not really. It just means I’m the same age Sally Albright (played by Meg Ryan) is when she has her meltdown over her ex Joe getting engaged and ends up seeking comfort in the arms of her longtime friend Harry Burns (played by Billy Crystal) in When Harry Met Sally…, one of my favorite romantic comedies of all time. What the heck, I’ll include the scene.
So, I didn’t get any presents or anything. That’s okay, I wasn’t expecting anything anyway. I did get lots of birthday wishes from all over the Internet, though, from the ladies I’ve gotten to know through Ravelry (who come from places like Canada and Maine and Sweden and even the aforementioned Switzerland) to those on Instagram, to my old longtime friends that I keep in touch with via Facebook, to those who enjoy seeing my posts on Tumblr. But the very first person to wish me a happy birthday was the most important one, my dad. A couple of years ago, he forgot to wish me a happy birthday on the day until I reminded him that evening (in all fairness, though, he does tend to feel tired after his work week, and it was a Friday, the second of his three usual days off). When he realized what happened, he ended up feeling upset about it (even though I wasn’t particularly offended by it), and since then he always makes sure to wish me a happy birthday.
I did treat myself, though. When I went grocery shopping the week before, I decided to get a small pack of Stella Artois Cidre (because it’s a Belgian company, they use the French spelling of cider instead of the English one). I wanted to get Angry Orchard (which is American hard cider), but they only had it in rosé, not original. It wasn’t bad at all, it was like tart apple juice with a beer aftertaste.
I apologize for not posting much this month, but it’s not for a lack of effort. I’ve been drafting at least a couple of different posts in addition to this one, but they just haven’t gotten to the point where they feel finished enough for me to publish. Life’s been very uneventful since The Bambina was born this month. We haven’t met her yet, but my brother has been sending my dad pictures of her, and no surprise, my brother has another Mini-Me. Actually, The Bambina looks even more like my brother did as a newborn than her sister R did! I’ve also started back up on her baby blanket, with about 43 squares left to go.
I hope to be a bit more active in April than I was this month.