Happy Birthday to me

Today is my birthday, and I am a mess. Yeah, I am getting older, and that is playing a role in my present mood, but it is more than that. Since I am adopted, the whole birth day scenario plays through my mind and I start thinking about my birthmother. I found my birthfamily in 1989, and discovered that my birthmother had died back in 1976, so I never had the chance to meet her. I always try to imagine what my birth day must have been like for her and I always get a bit sad. My birthfather is 84 and lives over 3000 miles away in Oregon. It always seems like God's cruel joke to allow me to find unconditional love and then to put him on the other side of the continent where I can't visit him very often. Neither he nor I have the money to fly back and forth, and besides, he is almost blind now and can barely walk. There is no way he can visit me, and I just don't have the money to visit him.

Anyway, today has been rather leisurely. I didn't have to go anywhere so I bathed the dog, handled animal chores, planted some hot peppers, and began entering recipes into a little print template I created for recipes. Basically, I just enter the information on the template and then print the recipe onto a 4x6 card. I am not saving the recipes on the computer, just printing them. I don't even have a recipe box yet, but I am tired of having to sort through odd scraps of paper to find a recipe. I think having them all on the same sized card will make organization easier.
DH brought home Italian beef hoagies which were good, and I talked to DD for a long time today, so it really wasn't a *bad* day, just a day with nagging undertones. Oh well, to quote Scarlett, "Tomorrow is another day."