Monday, November 22, 2010

A birthday celebration

There was a jolly party yesterday for the Maharishi's mama, to celebrate her seventieth birthday. I'm sure she won't mind me telling people because she looks quite astoundingly youthful and healthful for her age.

There was a long table full of her favorite friends, bellinis to drink, some rare beef, grilled zucchini, asaparagus with egg & capers, a quiche, a meringue cake with raspberries, many presents, much laughter.

There were streamers and banners and brightly colored balloons, and the sun came out, always a good sign on one's birthday, the Norwegians say.

And we're practicing the new dining room layout for Thanksgiving, when 24 people will be here.  The Maharishi has still steadfastly refused to move his desk (on the right) but we're working on that.

It feels foolish to be this giddy, but both my son and my mother arrive tomorrow, one from upstate New York, the other from England, and the butterflies in my stomach will not settle down.

As an aside, the greater spotted, with the wonky eye, guarded her bed fiercely this morning so that the lesser spotted couldn't get near it. I was making tea at about six and heard the low predatory growl.  I'm not fond of referee duties when it comes to the dogs, but I do think these grumbles rather dull.  On further inspection, she was coveting a muffin in a paper case, studded with chocolate sprinkles. The question doesn't bear asking, does it?

Miss W & the greater spotted

"The seventieth birthday! It is the time of life when you arrive at a new and awful dignity; when you may throw aside the decent reserves which have oppressed you for a generation and stand unafraid and unabashed upon your seven-terraced summit and look down and teach- unrebuked. You can tell the world how you got there. It is what they all do. You shall never get tired of telling by what delicate arts and deep moralities you climbed up to that great place." -- Mark Twain


Tania Kindersley said...

Just too many things about this post that I love: the glorious mamma, the beautiful festive house, the description of impending arrivals. But the best of all is the picture of you and the dear dog. (I know we are in danger of being idiotic over our canines, but oh the sight of a greater spotted on an elegant stool like that does make me laugh and smile.) xx

AQ: said...

What a peaceful photo of you with the dog! I love it. And the Maharishi's mama looks WOWZA!!! This post made me want to throw a party :) X

legend in his own lunchtime said...

70? No way!
Have a wonderful celebration.
We are going to try the caramelized butter nut squash by the way. My wife was wondering what new tidbit we could try this year, so i said "I know who would know" and I was right.

Lou said...

I want to look like her now and I'm 40 (muffled) and a bit....

LPC said...

Seventy is so young, and she looks it. We too are practicing Thanksgiving, as the 18 of us will be spreading out into the back hallways. Yours looks infinitely cheery. Have a wonderful time.

Sophy said...

There is NO WAY, that your M.I.L is 70! Wow she looks amazing! I hope you show her these comments attesting to that!

Love your blog - and your dogs!


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