“Thirty Five”

thirty five dimples in the icing
holes for the wax
with the wicks
with the flames
that flicker and burn
as I start my next run ’round the sun

Actually, that's not true at all, there was no cake today. ;-)

My treat today was a couple of hours sampling all of the delicious, local fare assembled at A Taste of Mystic.

Like last year at ATOM, my favorite was the raw oysters. Weird, huh? I'd never tried them before last year. In fact, I remember gagging when I saw my Grampa eat them (or actually, raw Quahogs) when I was little. Now my taste for them is limited only by the money I'm willing to spend on them!

My least favorite was the clam chowder. YUCK! It tasted like nothing more than warm cream with potatoes.

Anyway, today marks the start of my thirty sixth chasing-of-my-own-tail around the sun. No, I'm not sure what I'll do with it if I ever catch it.

(Oh, I was going to write something deeper than this, about all the stuff that's changed and that I have learned in the last year. But one thing I've learned, finally, is that I don't have time for everything. The list of changes is LONG, so this will have to do!)