So, it’s Ming’s birthday today. He’s a senior now, according to our local senior center.
Yesterday he attempted to hike Mt Charleston with our friend G. G’s wife J hung out with me in a cabin. We rented a cabin.
Then the wind kicked up. The power went out at the lodge. J began to worry. She started thinking of the worst.
I had faith. I was like, “Worrying won’t help.”
“That’s awfully logical, for a poet,” J told me.
The wind blew in terrible gusts. But then they made it back safe. They’d left at 6 am and got back to the lodge at 3:15. They hiked eight hours.
We got a refund for the night because there was no electricity. We went back to town. We ate dinner at a Greek place with G and J. It was their birthday treat.
Today we ordered a dozen cupcakes for tonight. We’re picking them up at 5.
I am so tired. Can you tell? It’s being sick. All I want to do is sleep. I think I’m going to lie down now.