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A Non-Carrot Cake

Gad, I’ve spent so much of today meaning to write my journal entry that five minutes ago when Todd walked into the house I thought he was home really early because surely it couldn’t be 6:20 PM and no journal entry written as yet.

Last night after we’d all eaten dinner we were sitting around talking about who knows what, and the following conversation ensued, with lots of hysterical laughter:

Kitey: So what you want for your birthday is a cake?
Sage: Yes. A big cake.
Todd: NOT from the supermarket, though –
Kitey: From where, then?
Sage: The bakery! You know, and you tell them what kind to make, and they write a lovely personal message on the top.
Jill: We could make you a cake and write a lovely personal message on the top, how’s that?
Sage: Ahem. That would be missing the point.
Kitey (to Jill): She wants a cake made by strangers.
Todd: Who don’t care about her.
Kitey: And write a lovely personal message –
Jill: Like ‘Dear Sage, we don’t know you or care, but happy birthday anyway’?
Sage: *laughing helplessly* Wait! Wait, you’re making it sound so awful!
Jill: You could put a thing on the internet, asking strangers to make you a cake for your birthday.
Kitey: Really! Great idea!
Sage: Oh! And not carrot cake, either, carrot cake was what I had for every single birthday as I was growing up. Yuck.
Todd: Okay. Duly noted, a non-carrot-cake, made by strangers with a lovely personal message on the top. Got it.

And so on and so forth. It was really funny. Anyway, all of that reminded everyone of this hiking trip we’ve been planning. I hadn’t really thought of it one way or the other; it was something the three of them were planning and I assumed I’d be going. But after Todd had gone to sleep Kitey and Jill went outside to have a smoke, and Kitey came back in and asked if I wanted to go or not. I told her that I didn’t really want to talk about it so late at night, and then sat and thought about it and realized that no, I didn’t really want to go after all. I went upstairs and woke Todd up and talked to him about it — I felt really sad because I knew he’d been looking forward to it, but he was wonderful about it. He said that he wanted to spend his vacation with me, no matter what we were doing. That being with me was what mattered. I felt a trillion times better.

Have spent much of today drinking caffeinated black tea and working on a small (so far, anyway) crocheted yarn rug. The weather is that kind of rain that has such dark clouds that it’s dark inside the house all day. And that kind of weather always reminds me very much of this flood in California when I was in junior high, there was water everywhere and it was fascinating to watch out the window.

Annoyed and Irritating

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