We were talking in the Treehouse. The things we were talking about were important, and they got me thinking about a bunch of decisions I\u2019ve made incrementally over the last two months and why I made them.<\/p>\n
First, let\u2019s start with next Sunday. I turn 60. I have some physical mobility, but not a vast amount, so I had planned to go overseas and celebrate my birthday with 60 events. I wanted to see friends, attend science fiction conventions, eat new food, visit museums, take pictures of interesting places and a whole lot more. Sixty fascinating events, all of the kind that I would treasure forever. Part of it was going to Italy for Eurocon, which would have given me about thirty events, for I\u2019ve never been to Italy and I have a long list of places I want to see and things I want to do there. I was brushing up my Italian for it, for I can read the language but can\u2019t speak it.<\/span><\/p>\n Then the pandemic happened. The pandemic is still happening. No big parties. No travel. This led to my decisions.<\/span><\/p>\n What were they?<\/span><\/p>\n First, I\u2019m still going to have sixty joyous moments. Three of them are planned for this weekend, for my actual birthday. If I\u2019m lucky, I\u2019ll get more.<\/span><\/p>\n For the other events, I\u2019m not putting a \u2018finish\u2019 date on it. I won\u2019t get them within three months. They may take three years.<\/span><\/p>\n I\u2019m about to hunt for the prettiest notebook I possess (I collect notebooks for my fiction and use the right one for the right project, so I have some choices) and when I find it, I will take my calligraphy pens and create a pretty front page. After that, every time I have a wonderful time, I will write it up, and that notebook will be a record of my birthday. <\/span><\/p>\n Why am I doing this? Why am I not just saying, \u201cI\u2019ll have a nice weekend, and that\u2019ll do?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Too many big things have been made small and a bit dark by the pandemic. I\u2019ve won awards, for instance, and been unable to go to the ceremonies and have yet to see the actual trophies. The pandemic has caused so many friends to miss so much, that I see, every day, how people are dealing with the slight tarnishing of the everyday that creates our pandemic year. We have more sorrow (I\u2019ve lost so many people I care about) and more stress and\u2026 this is where I introduce you to one of my favourite poems. It begins, \u201cEven in a Little Thing\u201d and you can find it here: https:\/\/starrigging.blogspot.com\/2015\/11\/return-to-islands-by-arthur-grimble.html<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n My events are a reminder to me that this is a difficult decade, but that, since I find much of my joy in small things, I can still be happy. I need the reminder. I need sixty reminders. I need them because I was losing sight of the joy of jumping in autumn leaves or of drinking hot chocolate. Sixty larger occasions representing one big life change will push my mind back to where it has found joy in darkness at other times. I will return to myself.<\/span><\/p>\n This is the best gift I can give myself this year.<\/span><\/p>\n The best gift I can give you at this moment is to include you in my celebration. If you’re reading this (whether or not you know me) and you send me an email address, I will send you one of my stories and maybe a little cookbook I made for this same purpose when life took a turn in the 1990s. If you’re in Australia, I will send the story (without the cookbook) by snail mail if you send me a street address. In with the story there may be a couple of trinkets. I’m happy to send stories (and cookbooks and trinkets!) to sixty people, so feel free to share this with someone who would smile at this little thing.<\/p>\n