Thursday, November 20, 2008

Happy Birthday to me, pt. 2

Last night my friend Barb took me to dinner (I had lobster lasagna) and then we went to see the pre-Broadway engagement of Dirty Dancing. Never a big fan of Patrick Swayze, I enjoyed the live production more than the movie. I was also amazed by the gorgeous, imaginative staging.

She also gave me a vintage "cat feeder" -- a goldfish treat jar from the 1950s. It comes in three parts: a lid decorated with a gold fish, then the treat bowl and finally the stand, which is a gray kitten who looks thrilled to have purloined a fishbowl filled with treats. I won't use it for it's intended purpose. I'm too fond of it for that. It's lasted more than 50 years -- it would be cruel to expose it to my Reynaldo's manhandling (cathandling?) I think I'll fill it with pale blue marbles or glass stones that look like water. That way the smell won't attract him, and it may be too heavy for him to mess with, anyway.

I love my birthday.