But birthdays come regardless of broken bones or altered plans. And it was just fine.
The day was filled with phone calls from family and friends, visits from a few folks close by and one not so close by - Amina! That was a treat. Her gift was a paint-by-number work of a horse. I do think Michelle did the very same one a long time ago. Where is it now??
And though we couldn't go out, Werner made a dinner that of course rivaled any we could get at a fine restaurant: oxen filet (tenderly mouth watering), baked potato with home-made green sauce (wonderfully savory), salad (crisp and moist). And wine. A special one.
Werner splurged. An Italian red from Tuscany. Lovely bottle. Pretty label. Served with style.
Totally forgettable wine!! How is it that our vintner can bring his own wine to our door for one quarter the price and beat this one under the table?
Who knows? But it didn't mess up my day.
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