not in our stars, but in ourselves
Dear friends, enemies, and whoever else reads this folderol:
Today is my 30th birthday. I spent the weekend celebrating with friends and family; tonight, my boyfriend will take me out for as nice a dinner as a Monday night allows. I feel very happy and loved as I leave behind my Roaring Twenties and move into my Dirty Thirties. (Indeed, now I’m officially in my Pre-Code years – so it should be fun.)
I realize that most of the people reading this – if I’m judging right by the blog’s stats, which indicate that many more people frequent this corner of the internet, from many more parts of the world than I’ve ever visited – are not people who know me personally. As such, I have no pretense to think that any of you would have considered getting me a gift. Nevertheless, something happened over the weekend, and I think it’s as good an excuse to ask for something as any. The Sweetpea Friends of Rutland shelter – a no-kill shelter in Massachusetts that takes in “death row” animals to ensure they find a good home – suffered a devastating fire last night. They’ve set up a GoFundMe page so they can try to take care of the animals who survived, and try to rebuild their lost shelter. There’s also a donation page on their website, if you prefer PayPal. I would ask that you consider donating to them, or to the animal shelter/advocacy group of your choice, in honor of my birthday. I may not mean much to you, and that’s fine, but animals mean a lot to me.
Some other good animal groups:
And of course, there are many more – probably plenty in your hometown that need support of some kind. If you can afford to spare anything, and if you enjoy the nonsense I spout on this blog, please consider donating something to one of these groups. The animals need your help, and that’s really all I want for my birthday.