The cards poured in, and every one was lovely and prescious to me. Some very nice things were said (it was almost like attending your own memorial service!!!). I appreciated the comments very much. (Maybe we don’t tell each other as often as we should how much we value each other?) But, being visual, there was every sort of card. There were two singing cards–one in French from France (thanks Shoenut)–and both writers said the same thing…that it was hard to write on the card with all that singing going on!
Though I’d like to show each one, I’ve taken a sample instead:
Thanks, friends. Off to ride the range, as this 66th year begins.
On The Way 
Pretty fab outpouring, and pretty cool too.
A word about the singing French card. I took it to the Bureau de Poste (post office) and slide it under the window. The worker smiled, picked the card up, and put it on the scale to weigh it. And it began, inexplicably, to “sing.”
The woman jumped a little and looked up at me as though I had started the thing. She picked up the card and gave it a little shake. No luck. Still singing. Then she put it on the counter and gave it a solid SMACK! And Voila! It shut up.
“Bravo,” said an old woman standing behind me.
Indeed.
Well happy birthday! Sorry I missed the actual day. Life has taken me over.