The boyfriend has always contended that he “does not do gifts” for birthdays, Christmas – any special occasion, actually. Instead, he buys gifts if he sees something that is just perfect for a person. So when a package arrived for me this weekend – a few days before my turning 36 – I was assured that it was “not for my birthday.” Coincidentally, I have been told this same thing around this very same time for the past few years. The package contained a microscope! Today I began a painting based on the motor neurous slide I looked at. I love my not-a-birthday-present, present!