Yes folks, it's true. MissShizzle can now look back fondly and with increasing relief and wisdom on 25 years of life stuck off in a small corner of a vast expanse of frozen emptiness. By which I do not mean northeast Raleigh. It is with some satisfaction that I offer her my sincerest and heartfeltest wishes for a prosperous and productive 26th year, as well as warmest and proudest congratulations on the preceding year and years. As she turns this page, opening the door to a bright if somewhat uncertain future, I take some comfort in the knowledge that she can take comfort in the gift about to be unwrapped in Our Nation's Capital in just a few short days.
Today also happens to be the birthday of, well, quite a few other people. Including Jim Stafford. Yes, that Jim Stafford, who performed his most famous hit live on stage in Branson Missouri with the noneother than Dolly Parton, as seen in this video. Another luminous personage born on this date, though she doesn't share a name with our Shizzle, does have in common with her a love of movement, choreography, singing and carrying on (or at least being carried). Yes, to whom else could I refer but the illustrious Debbie Allen, famous star of Fame. Finally, January 16th is the day upon which was born Gavin Bryars. I thought that's what you'd say, no he wasn't the tight end for the Raiders in the late 70's. No, this Gavin Bryars is a British composer, most reknowned in the circles I keep wandering in for composing the orchestration for the the originally a capella recording of a homeless Cockney singing this under a bridge or whatknot (after what one presumes was a long life full of long nights of drinking) some random British night a long decade or so ago and since recorded by Tom Waits, Jars of Clay, etc. Haunting, but not for everyone.
Speaking of long nights and frozen emptiness, good grief is it cold. And I mean down here where the lows are higher than the highs you crazyankees are shivering through. At least it's sunny (here, anyway). It can't get this cold if the clouds are around to trap the "heat". Layers, people. Layers. Speaking of which, I hope the Barred Rocks aren't freezing their combs off.
All together now, Happy Birthdaaaaaaaay, dear Shizz zzle, Haaappy Birthdaaay to you. Chachacha!
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And a great big birthday hug from the frozen bears to SHIZZLE. All caps is the best I can do, no italics, or color or fancy stuff, but I type pretty fast, does that count?
The big 25 is something to celebrate and I (we) hope you did it in style.
Yes, it is very cold up here, and two weekends in a row we were forced to cancel plans for dinner with Steve and Jo Stephen because of snow storms. It has been snowing all day. Yesterday it was so cold --How cold was it?--that we were both too chicken to collect the eggs, and both of them froze before Pappa Bear ventured forth.
Jane Duckert is going to have heart surgery soon, with the same Doctor that Pappa bear had. Say a prayer for her, she is 85.
Love,
Happy birthday, Shizzle! And belated birthday wishes to the two newest Liontamers of legal voting age - the butcher/baker's eldest daughter, and prince J of the mumbyclan. In related news, Prince G will reach the ripe old age of 15 next Friday, and will celebrate with a trip to the Joe for the Michigan-Michigan State hockey game, followed by a stop in Greektown for some flaming goat cheese. Momma Bear is throwing a party for the various and sundry honorees and their families next Saturday, despite her surgery next Wednesday. Everyone welcome, of course, but RSVP ASAP (before Poppa Bear heads to the grocery!)
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