radfrac_archive_full: (And you wonder...)
I need to find my mother a 60th birthday gift on behalf of the immediate family (dad, brother, me, brother's partner).

She's a businesswoman, an aspiring politician, and an experienced public speaker. She's also artistic -- has taken art classes, done some painting, done singing/piano off and on. She likes to decorate. She likes to travel. She's very stylish and loves beautiful things. She likes jewellery and Lovely Things, but her taste can be pretty specific and I'm not sure I can judge what she'd be Into right now. She likes musicals, big productions, fancy restaurants, the Good Things in a mainstream sort of way.

She's a Pisces, and man, is she, except she's also stubborn like a Taurus.

My brother's girlfriend suggested a fancy scarf, but I feel underwhelmed by this notion. The symbolism of gifts is pretty important to her and she tends to feel a little underappreciated in general.

What says "You're a wildly successful creative stylish adventurous yet level-headed striving piscean"?

Lessons of some kind? Tickets to... something?

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radfrac_archive_full: (Harold Ross of the New Yorker)
My first birthday present was a terrible night's sleep, threaded with narrative. I kept waking with bits of yesteday's story tangled in my hands, stuck to my mouth like hair. (And xst I need a haircut). My second was the rain. It smelled fantastic when I got outside this morning. At six-thirty. See under, no sleep.

I was going to go down to the ocean with all my extra time, but the rain made that unlikely, so I lurked in the cafes instead. I bought myself a hot chocolate and some Scratch N' Wins as a birthday present. I put in enough ambivalent magic to win a free ticket. I am satisfied. Then I went to La Dolce Vita and ate a bagel and worked on the poem of the month for November.

I don't know why I couldn't sleep. I don't have anything in particular planned for today, and as far as I recall I haven't actually mentioned my birthday to anyone, except in passing.

I'm 33 today. Good number. I like multiples of eleven. Numeric alliteration.

Happy All Soul's Day. Do something eerie and portentious. I mean to.

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