Celebrated a birthday of mine tonight. Dinner with 4 dear friends. A little disappointed my meal wasn't gifted to me...a child like assumption works its way out on a birthday, It is like your birthday is a little porthole to previous birthdays. Remembering different/better times and situations, and noticing how people come and go from the group of close knit ones.
John did pay for a piece of pie for dessert for myself and another Libra lumped into a single dinner party. Ordered like I was a 1930's woman, and I was given a rich piece of chocolate something. But I am not much of a chocolate eater, which is well known to John after knowing me 10 years+
Working with the developmentally disabled and their support people can produce ups and downs. They, the mentally deficient, are a challenge to society. They are sucking up lots of 'welfare money' that the conservatives pule about. But they cant take care of themselves, and it is a measure of our humanity to provide the the necessitites to give them the best life they can have. There is a lot of apathy - the government, providers, and the individuals themselves. Becomes paralyzing.
My mood music now.
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