I’m in the midst of my birthday week, which means I go to extreme lengths to do things that give me pleasure each day. I’m very, very serious about my birthday. There’s no 3-year-old who is as intense about her birthday as I am about mine. I’ll probably take the next week, too, because why break up a great celebration, you know?
In any case, I’ve been concentrating on my celebratory activities when I turn on the TV and see yet another ritual burning of Minneapolis. It’s becoming clear that Americans really hate Minneapolis and burn it regularly to let the steam off. I wonder why nobody realizes that the whole thing has become quite comical.
My birthday ritual is so much better than the one everybody else is having.