Am slogging my way through Flann O’Brien’s At Swim-Two-Birds and sorry to say I’ve come upon the first book this year that I’m not really enjoying. It’s OK. Funny in bits but in an old, dated kind of humour. I’ve not come yet to any real understanding of why this book regularly sits on the list of 100 best novels ever written. Sure O’Brien is witty and deft at mockery but it could be this is too just dry for my liking. Nonetheless we’ll finish ‘er up so I can move on to something I enjoy more.
It wouldn’t be right if I didn’t acknowledge the Marchies… those wonderful folk in my life who, like me celebrate birthdays this month.
It basically works out to a piece of cake every 5 days. Not too shabby. Some of you have found the fountain of youth, others younger and feeling older and some not too pushed either way. Much love to you all. At 46 this month myself, I can honestly say life gets better as I go along. To realize now that a lot of what one fusses about in your youth can be left aside and that living presently and contentedly in each moment is key to peace of mind is a wonderful feeling.
Zen stuff aside, there’s another great reason to celebrate birthdays (in our family at least) the search for and giving of the perfect birthday card. While all were fab, this year’s winner hands down goes to go to Chris Connor and Laura.
Front of card - As we grow older, things start to fail, our hearing diminishes. Luckily, nature in her wisdom compensates…..
Open card to sound of person letting rip a loud smelly fart….
Inside card…by making our farts louder!
Summed up best, regardless of your age, fart jokes just never get old.