I packed my bags again last night.
But this time, I kissed my darlings goodbye.
They are staying here and I am off to Girls' Camp.
Can I get a rousing chorus of "Mormon Boy" (he is my pride and joy!) as a send off?
[I asked Caleb. He said they don't sing any songs about girls at Scout Camp. I am shocked.]
This morning I threw my leg over David's and asked for a compliment.
He smiled.
And then had to think hard for a while.
He finally said, "Well. You know you're amazing."
"Is that the best you've got?"
He shrugged, still grinning, "It's true."
I thought about it. I still wasn't satisfied. "Anything else?" I asked hopefully.
Then he said, "I had a dream last night that you were in a contest for the most perfect breasts. You won."
Now that's more like it.
On Sunday night, we had waffles and cake at my parents' house. We got talking about facebook and twitter and how blogs are "so passe" and how narcissistic people have to be to believe that other people really want to know what is going on in their lives. I am just narcissistic enough, apparently. In that spirit, here is my life by the numbers. I know you're dying to know.
After (at least) 307 hours I finally finished the top of my quilt and passed it on to my fabulous and talented Aunt Tori who will spend another
126 hours quilting it. (Bless her.)
For the last 3 days, Savannah has been running a
102 degree fever, and is home with me again today.
We have watched The Princess Bride and Pride and Prejudice and Blue Planet 14 times each and have plans to watch
6 hours of Anne of Green Gables today. (As you wish.)
We only have 17 more days of school which makes me downright giddy and wish that time could fly,
but only 10 days until the hospital Spring Tea benefit which makes me wish time could stop and is giving me violent panic attacks at random moments
like when I'm buying 22 yards of yellow organza and realizing that I'm going to need to hem it all,
and more importantly, that I only have 9 days to get the perfect party dress and shoes. (Time to call in reinforcements. David, this means you, love.)
Tonight we have 3 places to be at once,
1 of which is Caleb's wax museum rendition of Cesar Chavez.
I am off now to find 2 XL scout shirts and khaki's for David, who has a new calling with a new wardrobe to match, a bottle of temporary black hair dye for Cesar, and lunch and liquids for my feverish girl.
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I'm not sure of the reason for my blogger's block. Lots going on, and no way to link it all together in one clever post. I put a lot of stock in cleverness.
That being said, there isn't going to be any in this post. So you can go ahead and lower your expectations. Soothe yourself by just being happy there is a new post.
After a brief lull after the holidays, real life has returned hot and heavy, as evidenced by the fact that my sewing room has once again been turned into ground zero for Caleb's new science project (by the way, throw out your hand sanitizers people, that's just a pandemic waiting to happen) and the stacks of current projects I have piled everywhere else.
Here is my life by the numbers:
This weekend we celebrated the 95th birthday of this lovely lady (my grandmother)
and travelled 427 miles from home to watch her blow out her candles.
On the drive, David helped me work on the address list for our
1st annual "Garden of Hope Spring Tea Luncheon,"
to raise money for the 1,800 cancer patients at David's hospital who will be diagnosed this year,
and which will be held on May 9, 2009.
Mark your calendars, though you may be lucky enough to get one
of the 500 save-the-date cards we are mailing out.
(I told David this week that he was a very lucky man to have such a wife. I mean look at my community outreach and charity work. I need to update my resume. He replied by using "affinity" and "opine" in a sentence and I got all giddy and forgot about the fact that he really owes me one.)
I have spent most of the last week working on the aforementioned invitations, as they should have been at the printer's 2 days ago,
and when I wasn't, I was working on a 94 inch square quilt that will be auctioned at our event,
and helping Caleb swab 10 petri dishes with E.coli (you read that right)
and washing my hands with soap and water 100 times afterwards.
Quilt retreat is only 56 days away,
so I have also been madly working on my round robin projects (I'm only behind one rotation now)
and making a couple of trips to the quilt store and the post office.
And when I was on one of these trips to the quilt store
I found the perfect fabric for the boys' room and decided to make a few pillows for their beds,
which made me think of making a 50 inch matching cornice box for their window.
(I know that sounds ridiculous, but I couldn't help myself, and I told David that very thing, besides which you'd be amazed at what I can do with 18 inches of styrofoam and some liquid nails.)
And just because I know you are wondering, Olivia and I started Anne of Green Gables
and we are on chapter nine.
My old enemy, entropy, reared its ugly head last Thursday night and took out the keyboard on my new laptop.
I know. David was as aghast as you are.
I talked to the Dell guy in India for a couple of hours on Friday morning. (The weather in Mohali was lovely and he had no plans for the weekend, by the way.) And after having me investigate the problem with a screwdriver (!) and carefully talking me through taking my new computer apart...
Me: I'm a little freaked out.
Dell: It's okay, ma'am. Take your time ma'am.
Me: My husband would die if he could see me now.
Dell: You're doing fine ma'am.
Me: There are just certain things that I think should remain a mystery, you know. Seeing the inside of this just kind of takes some of the magic out of it.
Dell: Um, yes ma'am. We do this all the time ma'am.
...he told me I needed a new keyboard and he would send one right out. He told me to just put it in exactly like I had just taken the old one out. I confided that I was a little freaked out. He said that I would do just fine ma'am.
David was less sure. And twice as aghast than he was at the beginning of this post that I was going to be replacing my own keyboard on my own laptop.
I said to have a little faith in me. At which point he made a little speech out of his eyebrows, but didn't say anything out loud.
My new keyboard arrived early this afternoon.
Ta. da.
Sometimes I even amaze myself.
And now, speaking of lovely weather and weekend plans and general amazingness, I thought you might want to know that we had a near perfect afternoon on Saturday. We filled the burley cart with softball equipment, the croquet set, blankets and books and Bohnanza, and a lunch, and rode our bikes over to a nearby park. The weather was as fine as it gets. David commented later that the only thing that would have made it more perfect was a pillow. When we shared our "highs and lows" for the week over Sunday brunch, this lovely afternoon made it onto every one's list.
[When Olivia was asked about her "low" for the week, she said, disgustedly, "Fractions."
And when David tried to probe further, she held up her hand to stop him and said, "Fractions. Enough said."]