Yesterday was my birthday. I heard from family as I settled into regular household duties, including making my birthday dinner. Today, we plan to attend a local music festival and perhaps go to an old-fashioned lunch counter in a drugstore for a burger. Is this heaven or what?
A couple of months ago I contacted the living music teachers I’ve had who have inspired me to take up guitar at an advanced age. I played American Pie by sight, all the way through, at my lesson on Thursday and hope to expand my musical horizons with Cowboy Poets this weekend. Out of the blue, my grade-school music teacher (a true-blue relic of the days when public schools supported music as well as sports) called. Why? There’s a new book in Chautauqua County about cooking with grapes!!!
It’s in the mail and I look forward to reading it and sharing it with you, perhaps interviewing the authors. This is very special to me, because it’s my home, where I grew up, and I know the context and hope in mere words can convey it to you. It’s this blog, it’s magic!
If someone told me to write a 500-word paper I’d have balked in college. Now I write one nearly every day. It’s not a research paper but at my age I should be able to opine on writing, cooking, music, relationships and dogs. Oh, the cats said add them too. Yes, I speak cat.
So, we’re not car shopping tomorrow, I hope, and are going to enjoy a quiet day together listening to cowboy music. Yippee! Dee
Cooking with Dee 
Happy birthday! I hope it was…delicious!
Happy belated birthday my dear! Already missing you at Thanksgiving…