1521, Martin Luther was declared an outlaw and his writings banned by the Edict of Worms.
1647, Alse Young becomes the first person executed as a witch in the American colonies
1689, Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, English writer, bluestocking and eccentric was born
1799, Alexander Pushkin was born
1805, Napoléon Bonaparte assumed the title of King of Italy in the Duomo di Milano
1828, Mysterious feral child Kaspar Hauser was discovered in Nuremberg
1964, Lenny Kravitz was born
1984, I was born.
I’ll leave you to imagine which of these occasion caused such feasting and recovery that I couldn’t even post, and also what 7 pounds of lamb kebabs look like.
It’s rather an odd birthday for me, or rather part of an odd year. I took a ridiculous administrative job in a field that I have no interest in; it happened to pay more than my last job for a 4-day work week. I decided to take a year to pursue my interest in writing and art. It’s flown by. My birthday just reminds me how close I am to the end of my year, as of September 15, and how I have no clue what I will do (or am doing) with my life. Even worse, September 15 is my personal due date for my novel–and the novel is not cooperating!
On the upside, I saw a really interesting painting exhibition that I can’t wait to share. Thanks for your patience with the absence of posts, and happy 25th birthday to me!
And now for your regularly scheduled blog…