What I want on my birthday (swunked from sartorias - never let a good idea go to waste)

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So, tomorrow I turn 46.

Here is my wish, for anyone dropping by, who has a few extra seconds: you share with me some special memory. This was sartorias' suggestion, which I cannot improve upon: I know how busy people are. It doesn't have to be long. One good thing about having a brain wired for image is that the briefest reference to, say, "The day i saw a triple rainbow" brings immediately to mind the day when I was ten that I saw a triple rainbow. There I am on my bike, riding downhill as fast as I can because the biggest rainbow ends, so clearly, right where Linda C lives, at the bottom of the hill below school, where two streets converge...the light is silvery-gray, and smells of wet pavement and grass, there are three levels of clouds and all of them ragged. How I loved the magic of that day--even if the end of the rainbow kept moving. But somehow it was better to never find the end.

And incidentally: happy birthday to bdunbar and to the lovely purple_mirie!

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Isn't it great when you first find yourself in the real professional environment you have been preparing for all your life, and find that you belong and that you understand and are understood? Like the time I lectured (briefly) an audience of scholars in Dublin. I think I know what you mean.

Thank you.

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That first line is a great description. I miss the horse industry keenly, and to this day I can walk into a stable and instantly feel like I belong. Your lecture experience would have been like the first time I gave a professional riding lesson, I think. When I walked into the arena and saw a couple of people on horses waiting for their instructor (me!) I got so nervous I felt sick to my stomach. But then I focused on the horses and riders and what I was seeing, and when I opened my mouth I heard everything come out that my awesome trainers had taught me, to be passed on to the next riding generation.