Simon’s birthday. The Love of my Life. My husband. My beautiful man. I know that I am lucky to be loved by him. I know that I am content and happy to have chosen him – and to have been chosen by him – for the rest of our time here.
And so his birthday is a day to celebrate – how fortunate that he was born on this planet at the same time I’m alive here.
How lovely that he has an exceptional daughter – how wonderful to have this crazy family.
But I am ridden by a certain anxiety today namely – I just refilled the hummingbird feeder and I’m not sure that I did it right. What, you say? A hummingbird feeder? What could go wrong? Trust me – a lot. I have already wasted at least two cups of sugar. And now it’s dripping slowly. There’s something about a seal on this one and you have to open it – which I did after I figured it out (after wasting a cup or more of sugar because I had to start all over again).
Oh yes, I remember the days of a simple cheapo plastic feeder. Fill it with sugar and water and hang it up – done. No – not any more. Now you have to screw and unscrew half a dozen parts and then do something to make it flow and if you don’t get it just right you end up with sugar water all over the front porch.
Hence my anxiety.
I spent three minutes sitting in the sun. I call that a major bout of relaxing before my worry drove me back inside where a meringue of sorts is baking in the oven for three hours. I understand this is the French way – although I’m not sure I did the egg-white beating quite right. In fact, I’m pretty sure I got it wrong and I don’t have a pastry bag with a tip to pipe meringues out so I’ve got a sheet (!) meringue that I hope to break up into smaller pieces.
If it doesn’t work out I won’t care because those 8 egg whites were leftovers anyway from the custard I made this morning for the trifle – which I think is actually going to be quite good. How can you go wrong with a sponge cake soaked in sherry and raspberry jam then covered with sherry and sugar soaked fruit, whipped cream and custard? And, I am saying proudly, my custard did not curdle – nor did it turn into scrambled eggs. Best of all, there’s enough cream sherry left over for Simon to get pie-faced tonight. I suspect that will make him happy.
Me? I’m longing to be outside on a mountainside. Instead, I will occupy myself with cleaning, laundering dirty dog blankets and towels and making a curry for dinner. With all that done, I will feel completely justified in getting mildly (or muchly) tipsy this evening and then hiking like mad tomorrow morning.
Looking up out of the skylight above my desk: the sky is cobalt blue – the sun is hot – Simon and the kids are out doing May Days and kayaking and generally having what I suspect is the time of their lives. So glad that Simon is having a birthday he deserves – and sharing it with his beautiful daughter who he loves so much.