This is an astonishing week for me, personally. I sit and look into the mirror and while thinking about my life in general, a sudden smile comes over my face and I begin to laugh giddily like a child as I begin counting my blessings. All of my blessings including my children, my accomplishments, my good fortune, my not so good fortune (yeah, that’s real too because it made me straighten out certain anomalies, personal and otherwise,) a certain Sacred Mountain Woman, the gifts I received from friends and all that but mostly from the glorious magnificence of the Creative Power of the Universe that though I invoke ITS authority, I nonetheless acknowledge ITS granting of gifts. Gifts that include new works that I can’t help but permit to rush through my fingers as I try to keep up with the speed of typing required getting all of my thoughts down. I guess I will just have to continue refining my craft…lucky me. Some of the highlights were sitting in a café with a friend and suddenly he gets up and goes outside. I am busy stirring my cup when all of another sudden a group of about fifteen kids from the local grade school come in and start singing happy birthday; wanted to just hug them but you better not do that… Later in the afternoon the doorbell rings and when I answer it there are a bunch of my students with this enormous chocolate buttercream cake and they’re singing and complaining about not having enough room on the cake to put all the candles (watch it youse guys) and then last night doing half a bottle of Heraduro Silver with some local folk. Egads! It gets better and better. In the Hebrew tradition my age represent a number that intimates that there are no more secrets to reveal. OK, whoopee do: 70. Excuse me, I have to go write a book.