Turn of the year

I just got a birthday card in the mail-- from my insurance agent. And though I'm a person who love birthday cards immensely, this templated, printed paper with a company sticker from a person that I do not know makes me squirm... it takes all the personal touch out of it. Plus the date is wrong too-- I wonder if the company sends stacks of birthday cards out at the beginning of each month, as a perfunctory kinda gesture.

That said, goodness, it's that time of the year again, and no, I don't have a wishlist, still. All I want now at this moment, very much, is time. Time out from school work, and time for my folks, and my friends, for everyone whom I've said "let's meet, ok?" but never got round to doing so. And time for everyone else who is so very busy, whom I have yet to ask-- "hey, are you doing okay so far?"

Alternatively, I love birthday cards with long personal messages. No, no toys, no ornaments, no anything. Handwritten messages will do. Cards and autograph books and diaries give me the sense of borrowed time, time that can be re-lived in the future-- you read and you remember, little fragments of memories from people who've been part of your life, and who make up part of who you are.

So yeah, that's my only item on the wishlist so far-- in your own time, please, I know how bogged with work everyone is, now-- and writing additional stuff is probably the last thing you want to do, haha. Otherwise a birthday hug will do.

3 weeks...!