It’s Friday night and it’s been a really busy week and I have a fun weekend planned. Before I start though, I’d like to apologize to my regular readers for my sporadic attempts at publishing this month. Last weekend . . . oh, hell. I don’t know. Sometimes I am just a puddle of mush. I can hold it together all week with the best of ease and then the weekend comes and if I don’t have plans other than cleaning and keeping to myself, it’s sometimes not very pretty.
I don’t mind being alone. It’s not that. I just get a little down sometimes.
But this weekend I have fun things planned. I’m going to my first-ever baseball game. I received two suite tickets from a vendor I use at school who’s trying to get on my good side and I’ve asked my sister, Char, to come with me and I’m sure we’ll have fun rain or shine. Because we’re in a suite, of course.
And I was invited to a party with some of my favorite people tomorrow night.
Today, I went to the mailbox and found a new issue of Down East, a gift from dear Hilary, at Crazy As a Loom. I ordered sushi because I had a $20 off coupon and bought a bottle of wine – something recommended by a teacher at school.
OMG – what a bargain. It’s a flavorful red blend at only 8.99 a bottle (here in Maryland). I bought an extra bottle to take to the party tomorrow. It will be game night and I’m bringing my Cards Against Humanity card game. I just want to laugh, eat delicious food, enjoy good friends, and relax.
I have this thing about eating alone . . . I am trying to get used to it and find that if I’m reading something it helps. Sometimes I eat in front of the tv. Sometimes my son eats with me. Sometimes we have my son’s friend over and we all eat together on Friday nights. But the eating alone thing is an issue that I’m trying to overcome.
I guess I do really have a flair for the creative – but lately I’m not feeling it so much. I think being creative comes and goes with me.
But I’m not going to cry into my sushi over it.
In my mailbox today, I found a movie from Netflix. I can never remember what’s in my dvd queue so it’s always a surprise when I open the package. Sometimes I wonder what in heaven’s name I was thinking when I put that dreadful movie into my queue, and sometimes it’s just such a nice surprise. Tonight’s offering is Lost in Translation with Bill Murray and Scarlet Johansson (2003). It was a good surprise.
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Today at school, we had one of our wonderful traditions. It’s called Senior Investiture. We invite the parents of the class that will be graduating next June, and hold an assembly in our fancy Alumni Room. We break out the china, the linen tablecloths, the good silver. The seniors’ blazers are on a rack at the front of the room and have all been adorned with hand-sewn patches that indicate their status as the leaders of the school. The Head of School says wonderful things about each senior, they then sign a plaque which will be framed and hung in the room, and they are given their blazer with the new patch and then a photo is taken (by me). Afterward there is a reception featuring excellent coffee and homemade baked goods that were donated by the families of the 9th grade class, and then the seniors leave the building to sell yearbook ads and spend a day away from school doing grown-up type things and going out to lunch. Sometimes I wish I had gone to this school. But it’s a lot of work and requires much effort to get good grades. I easily got A’s & B’s in public high school but when I see the things our students are learning, I wonder if I could have made the grade.
Anyway, that was today. And it was so good. And everyone came back safe and sound. And now it’s the weekend. I do hope you all have a good one.
Until the next time, then ~
"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called. ~A.A. Milne
ps – if my blog looks a little different, I’m in the process of cleaning it up a bit. The clutter was getting on my nerves.