Another revolution around the sun

This morning I turned 53 and I woke feeling like 73 because Loca had diarrhea all night and kept waking me up. But let’s forget about that detail and talk about how last night went. A friend called with a babysitting option and we hopped on that train, Evan called and said he was going to be jamming with international musicians down the street at Clever and we suddenly had a destination, the Puerto Rican girls arrived and were armed and ready for some great jazz and so they hopped on board.

Next stop, the Jazz Train.

It was nutty – musicians coming and going on the stage, singing, trumpet, trombone, clarinets, drums, bass, banjo – you name it – they were from Europe, Canada, the U.S., and they were having a damn good time.

We waltzed home from Clever and stopped on a friend’s porch with the girls to dance a little and sing a little as they played the guitar and congas. Now that’s what I call kicking off May.

Happy Birthday to me!

2 Responses to “Another revolution around the sun”

  1. Mudd Says:

    Oh Happy Day when Rachel was born…
    I bet the sun was dancing in the sky!

    Wishing you a very *magical* year, sweet friend.

    May you discover what treasures you hold inside
    of you… and may you let them SHINE.

    53 hugs and an extra one for luck,
    Mountain Mudd 😉
    xoxo

  2. Rachel Says:

    Thanks MM for your heartfelt wishes! The sun is trying to stay out because it’s my birthday.

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