You missed my birthday on Monday? Not to worry: I have an idea for a perfect 80th present--from you to the world (that includes me). Please share this video with friends, on your blog or your FB page. It's a video about HAPPY CUP COFFEE COMPANY, our daughter's growing new business. (Starts a couple of seconds into this clip.)
It has won one regional award for the local KOIN 6 TV show, "Go! Northwest."
Along with the champagne we had cups of it on the rooftop where Ron and I live. A great cake by Gabi M. and much good cheer from our neighbors, all unkown to us till we moved to Terwilliger Plaza four years ago. Does it show that I am less than 24 hours away from major dental work?
Of course not, I was having too much fun, the weather in Portland was, as it continues, glorious...and I had a vacation from all my political worries.
The day began with a call from my oldest neighbor, Bert, who sang "Happy Birthday" and used all three of my names. A very sharp guy at 94. Sitting next to him is Rosemary who gave me a cup of her 100+ year old sourdough starter two years ago. Though I've turned out some good bread with it, I will not ever try to replicate her light and authentic English muffins.
Lucky Frances, a new neighbor, received a few of these when she moved in. I'm still looking forward to her story of house-sitting on a houseboat of the Willamette River before coming here. She's talking with Bruce who moved to Terwilliger about a year ago from Baltimore with his partner Bob--both still running marathons. Quite a range among us! Bill C. is behind her. When we talk politics, I hear his perspective from the union work he once did in the midwest.
Bill and his wife Margaret, who sews quilts and clothes for her family, have have an amazing collection of late 19th century/early 20th sewing machines. Two details caught my attention when I visited. Foot pedals
unlike any I'd ever seen and the magical, handsome oak box that opens to reveal numerous attachments to make collars and other details that do not merit similar attention in today's manufactured apparel.
Carolyn, here holding a canvas Happy Cup bag (my surprise for her), put the party together. She and other women, Margaret and Barbara on the right, I've come to know have expanded my knowledge of both retirement living and the ways of the northwest. I thought we were simply moving to another apartment!
My son and his family sent me a
birthday box from New York. Our tradition had been to leave one--or more-- outside our children's doors to be discovered when they woke on their birthdays. Mine had many other boxes inside. A NYC subway map apron, gorgeous pair of earrings made from Fimo clay that I wore to the party. We Skyped with Nick and Roxie the day before.
And Tuesday night, another party happens with Rachel's crew, back from visiting her husband's family in Michigan. Then Wednesday all the people here with August birthdays have a luncheon in our restaurant. In the weeks before my 80th birthday I was puzzled that I was edgy about it. Another year passing never made much difference after 21--though I delighted in turning 50. This one--eightly--had more meaning: definitely OLD this time: teeth problems, newly-discovered rising blood pressure. Celebration has taken me past it. I'm here...now...ready for the next five.