I hope everyone will have a lovely weekend, or at least a few moments of peace and beauty.
Today in Magdalenaville is much different than yesterday.
Yesterday morning I was in full freakout mode, so afraid no one would comment on the guest blog over at Inspiration, Ink. I know you're all busy, and some days there isn't time, or quite honestly, the post is so weird, you just think it's better to pass. But I was mortified by the idea of having a post on someone else's blog with nary a comment. It didn't help that Blogger (or whoever) delivered the comments to my inbox two hours or more after they went up. So even though Devon commented at 8:21, it was almost 11:00 before I knew it. Yeah, I was a total mess. It's no wonder Spot didn't get in on it. He probably thought I'd have a meltdown if we got into a comment war. And he's probably right.
But--whew--several people did comment, and as I read their comments, they somehow made my post sound pretty interesting. Sounded, in fact, as if there was a point to it, which was pretty darn cool. Maybe I should paste the thing on the wall here in the sitting room.
Okay, but back to the first paragraph. Today is different. Last night the Progeny got home from college for the weekend. He's having a haircut (darn--I like it longish) and then we're going to celebrate his birthday with lunch anywhere he wants to go. This is a huge thing to the poor child who subsists on dorm food all the time. Seriously. You should have seen his face light up. Tomorrow is Easter and I'm fixing ham and incredibly fattening mashed potatoes... I called him Monday when I was on the way to the grocery, asking what in particular he'd like for Easter dinner. I could hear his face light up. He does like food.
It's so nice for the spotlight to be on him today. Not me, at all. Although I do want everyone to know that I did not write the letter found here. Can you believe it? A friend of mine thought I had!