So, a little over a month ago I *may* have turned 30. On Easter, in fact. Matter-Eater Lad and I took the new car and drove up to Duluth, since we never had before. It was cold, but lovely and sunny, which made for a nice drive up there.
We saw the lift bridge:
Lake Superior, which was still frozen for quite a distance out from shore:
Elmo joined us.
He pensively regarded the surf:
Mugged for the camera:
And tried to eat the lighthouse:
(Shut up. *We* were *very* amused.)
Matter-Eater Lad also got me this for my birthday. It is absolutely *beautiful*. The artwork alone makes this edition worth it.
My family got together and sent me the money to pick out my very own kayak. I finally chose it and bought it last night (I'll tell y'all about the fun of trying to find a place to put the front strap hooks of a kayak car carrier on a Mazda 3 for a trip that *must* include a high-speed highway another time):
Please note that Elmo helped test out the kayak:
(And let us pause to note how great the grass looks. That part of the lawn was a sand pit and landscaping rocks when we bought the house 3 1/2 years ago--the previous owners had an above-ground pool. Getting rid of the rocks and getting topsoil and seeding the grass was just *so much* work.)
It was a good birthday. And being 30 is really exactly like being 29 so far.