A few random foties

Lots of birthday well-wishes today, which was awesome in many ways. Then Captain Midnight got home from work and promptly kicked me out of the house -- only because he wanted to set up my traditional Birthday Chase. (This year's chase was difficult, but not fiendishly so.)

Having been temporarily ejected from the premises, and without much to do, I had Miss V bring my camera to the door and started casting around for things to photograph.

It was a beautiful autumn afternoon.

The air was full of Nike-style swooshes...

...and waves breaking in a sea of sky.

Our rosebush was aging and dying beautifully.



This was less true for our post-Halloween squashes.

Mine was in the process of becoming less Voldemorty, more Nosferatu-esque.

Captain Midnight's, on the other hand, was busy shouting at the ding-dang neighbor kids to get the heck offa his lawn.

Eventually I was allowed back in and began looking around for clues. There were many, but they were all tracked down in due time.

Then I opened The Pile o' Loot.

(Not shown: moolah from my mommy. Thanks, Mommy!)

Many thanks to Mom, Dad, CM, Miss V, etc. I feel very fortunate over all this... and kind of excited to have a real actual Train album with a real actual "anthem" on it. How this differs from a "song" I have yet to determine. Ah, marketing.

Anyway, from there we hied on over to an Italian restaurant and filled ourselves with deliciousness. I didn't think to take any pictures, though, so you will have to fill in the blanks with your own florid imaginations.

When we returned there was a mysteeeeeerious package on the doorstep, which turned out to be the Altoids and copy of What-the-Dickens as shown above. (Thank you, Wendy!)

Then Miss V got to doing a copious amount of delayed homework, which had her up quite late. But procrastination tends to create its own punishment, really.

And that, in a nutshell, was my birthday evening! It made me smile.