It’s hard to believe my coming of age is finally here. Dear Uncle Bilbo will be 111 years old yet he seems not over 50. I’m looking forward to the day. Gandalf has not yet arrived but I imagine he’ll be here before the party unless something has happened to keep him away.Fortunately, not much is expected of me so I’ll be able to spend the day as I please. To the consternation of many, which I secretly enjoy, I think I’ll do a bit of wandering today. I love the smell of the Shire in fall. It’s such a beautiful, sunny day. We won’t have many more of these this year. I had planned on taking one of Uncle Bilbo’s elvish books with me but I fear it would require more concentration than I’m capable of at the moment. Redbeard’s scrapbook may suit the day better. As a collection of writings I can read a bit and if I’m distracted I can return to it without feeling I’ve missed something.