Arrgh, it's an ugly birthday I'm celebrating tomorrow. Should I admit how hideously old I'll be? What the heck... I'm so old I've stopped caring. Sixty! Ach! How is it that I'm still the same person I was at ten? I see the world exactly the same way as I did then. Perhaps my political opinions are somewhat more liberal than that horrid little ten year old's, but other than that, no change. I even look the same. (Yes, I was quite a homely child.)
My sister Martha and her husband are coming over tomorrow to celebrate with us. I know Martha thinks we should be making more of a big deal of the day, but I prefer 'simple'. So I made a Pavlova, which I love, and I bought a nice little hazelnut-cream cake. We'll have that, I'll insist that they sing to me, and then they'll leave. I'm getting a new Canon digital camera from Peter. I like that. I've got two digital cameras already, a Hewlett-Packard and an Olympus, but I love the Canon cameras. They're wonderfully user-friendly and produce excellent pictures.