I attended my youngest brother’s 40th surprise birthday party yesterday, and it was a traditional Maine pig roast – not the most appealing way to view your food, but interesting and gross enough so that I stuck to the sweedish meatballs that did not resemble in any way the animal from which they came. I just don’t like seeing the food in it’s “raw” form. And the children loved seeing the roasting pig, but when it came time to eat this delicacy, they wanted no part what-so-ever. Hot dogs were the children’s main course.
It was a great gathering of my core family, which is always nice. And my brother seemed to enjoy that we had gone to the trouble of trying to make his day the best it could be. The celebration of his turning 40 means that we (all the siblings) are not kids anymore, we’ve moved into that chapter of life that looks forward to the futures of our prodigy; the kids and their kids. Funny how that works, you think life is all about “you” and what you’ll do in the world, how great your life will be, then you move past fantasy, thru those middle years and it becomes about the kids, what they will do and who they will become.
I spent the day doing that deep Spring cleaning on my home. Cleaning out closets and those spaces that gather the junk all winter, in dark silence, until Spring comes and we decide to rid ourselves of the clutter and re-organize the spaces to receive more things later on. It was a great time of discovery, finding things I had put “away” months ago for this reason or that, and finding new places for them in the house. Decorations got put up, things got thrown into the “yard sale” pile, and junk was thrown away. It felt freeing and good to lighten up the load and see the more organized, pretty end product of a nice clean and well put together household. I am going to work on the outdoor area more today, and what a beautiful day of weather I have to work with!