birthday crepes (preview)

Yes, I turned 3 times 21 yesterday, which means I should have at least 3 girlfriends of fitting age, doesn't it?

Well, one shouldn't be too expectant at my age. Although, if you are a bit mystic or esoteric, the number of my age is a really good number: 21 is 3 times 7, 63 is 3 times 21 and 9 times 7 - so a lot of 3, 7 and 9 - all lucky numbers, and in fact I can't complain!

Yesterday Danielle was here to give me something sweet. Or a lot of sweet. Among other things she came to cook sweet crepes for me, and why not do it nakedly to raise the sweetness even more? So fastly I put a flash on the terrace to shine in from the outside and another one somewhere in my small kitchen to document this very happy surprise.

Usually at this time of the year I am in Switzerland to visit my mother, who actually is the person to congratulate. Since I can remember my now 85 years old mummy cooks a special birthday cake for me, made with millet. A cake that doesn't exist anywhere else but everybody loves it. Still she only made it once a year and only for my birthday. So I am the man with the personal birthday cake: once again a happy man for one more reason.

But this year, because of the restrictions, I couldn't go to visit her, although - this time especially also for reasons of her health condition - I'd very much would have loved to. But going to Switzerland would mean to stay 10 days in quarantine (for which I would have to rent some place) and then, back in Spain, another 10 days of isolation - even with a negative test result. It's crazy but it is what is.

So I had to stay here in Málaga and didn't plan anything for my birthday. I am not the kind of people who celebrate themselves, the only reason to celebrate my birthday was always my mother (and earlier, when he still lived, my father).

But then lovely Danielle was here to sweeten my day and I like to share the snapshots I took of her while cooking for me in a happy series for my patrons of "Power"-level and up.

... My father used to say "getting older is nothing for cowards". Well, they say you change about every 7 years, and it's true: I felt like getting older during the last year. I don't have the same energy anymore, walking up a hill costs me a lot and then my legs hurt during days. Things like that. But then again, if that with the 7 years periods is true my next change will be in 7 years and if I stay more or less as I am right now for this time, I'll be happy - and for sure you can continue to see the results of what an aging artist does.

Here's a preview so that you can see how my next 7-years period began :-)

Have a nice day, too!