Yesterday was Tod’s birthday and we celebrated at home with friends (who remembers to take photos, thanks). I baked a carrot cake by request. Dinner had a Levantine theme – hummus and tzatziki, olives, and our favorite Palestinian chicken recipe: Musakahn
We got the telescope out again. It’s been waiting for us since last spring when we tried and failed to set it up. We made more progress this time. I’m not sure we had it completely right, but we did manage to look at some stars.
And Tod saw two shooting stars. So lucky! We are nearing the peak of the Eta Aquarid meteor shower made of debris from Halley’s comet. What a treat.
Fifty seven isn’t a significant birthday except that all birthdays are milestones. However, we laugh about the Heinz connection: based in Pittsburgh, where we met, Heinz’ tagline is 57 Varieties.
I started to write out the 57 Varieties of Tod, then got to one that made me halt: highly private person. Tod does not appreciate being known even though the first song he played yesterday was David Bowie’s Fame from the album Young Americans. So I will share my list with Tod privately and you will have to imagine your own Varieties of Tod. Here is one to get you started:
Love you, darling. Happy birthday to all 57 of you.
