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Today was just too hard to explain.

I did send off the packet, back to Apple. Hopefully will get some information in return.

Other than that I’ve puttered. Ate left over lambchops and birthday cake for dinner. How’s that for lame? Actually the lamb was pretty good. Wished I’d had some chutney to go with it. Instead I shared a bit with Maggie, who was more than interested. Yes, I’ll probably be the 80 year old with the 20 cats.

Last night, some nice person left one of the big roses from the top of the cake on the plate. So a biggish end piece AND extra frosting. Life isn’t all bad. The frosting is real butter cream – I could only eat about a third of what was there…..ok, and the rose.

I seem to be stuck as to what to do with the winter quilt. I’d be tempted to go on to another quilt but this is one that is supposed to go to the Berkshire show in Oct. Well. I guess there’s still time. Maybe I’ll do a couple little scenes. First I think I better clean the machine and change the needle.

My folks called first thing this morning and I got the traditional birthday song from Mom. Dad didn’t sound too bad on the phone – he has bronchitis. I was thinking about going up there but I’m not sure if I’d be silly to expose myself or expose him to more stuff. I have great parents. And the older I get the more I appreciate them.

Ron left a book and the quilt engagement calendar on my laptop this morning. No card which isn’t unusual. No “happy birthday”– it was something more along the lines of “you’re hard to buy for.” and “you should get your quilt in that (the calendar).” uh, I did have a quilt in there a couple years ago. Oh.

He went to work around 7. Probably thought it would be easier than figuring out why I was crabby.

Happy Birthday Mary Beth and many more.