I woke, rose from my bed, and then welcomed family over for birthday brunch which involved a picnicky-type meal spread consumed out on my deck, complete with a bottle of the Navarro Vineyards Gewurtztraminer Grape Juice which is Heaven-in-a-bottle and is one of the last of the hoard I brought back from our California trip last fall. Then went for an hour's hike in our backyard little wilderness, the Stimson Family Reserve, complete with a lily-covered pond which someone with grand ideas has dubbed Lake Geneva (well, I've seen the real Lake Geneva, and it, uh, is NOT the real Lake Geneva, but it's surprisingly pretty and it makes for a nice acceptable hike which doesn't exhaust but leaves one pleasantly tired at the conclusion). Then came home, to a deer outside my window, a deer who is quite comfortable there and who was taking her ease out on the terrace beyond out downstairs patio with all four legs stretched out to the side in a position which would have made sudden scrambles to gain footing rather precarious which meant that she felt quite safe here. I like that. My house is one where deer feel safe from harm. It reads like something from a fairy tale.
The deer stayed here for a good couple of hours. She only just left.
About to go upstairs and watch a bit of TV, then have a bite of supper and perhaps more birthday cake.
Tomorrow is the first day of the next year of my life.
And life is good.