What could be more perfect than waking to your dear husband singing "Happy birthday" and giving you wonderful gifts, then picking up your best friend and going to the Arab International Festival where you see children you know from school having the time of their lives on carnival rides. After enjoying a chilled fresh fruit drink on this very hot day, you go back to your friend's air-conditioned apartment where she gives you a pedicure, you take a nap, and then she feeds you a delicious dinner with homemade sweet potato quesadillas, peas, radishes and lettuce picked fresh from the garden, followed by a 4-block walk/scoot to a Detroit urban farm where you get to pet billy goats and horses. And when you return to her apartment, your friend--who is a superb massage therapist--gives you the full-body massage your husband had included among his gifts.

I should turn 65 every day!