I’m turning 40 this week and instead of being like, I want to go to Reykjavik or take that Border Waters trip I’ve been talking about, my bird-addled ass spent all that familial capital on…new binoculars.
Birding: not even once.
I once got my stepmother a set of binoculars for birdie-watching...
They used to live on the seventh green, and would sit on their back porch to watch the duffers, making notes as to which ones had returned from migration, etc...