This week has seemed like I've lived life in the fast lane.
Wednesday, I crossed over to the "dark side", meaning I reached the half century mark. I really don't feel any different.
DH made me the cake of my choice, an old family recipe that makes a loaf. He's even wearing one of my really gross aprons. Not to worry, he was closely supervised and it turned out great! The cake has a little bit of chocolate, some spices, raisins, all topped with butter cream frosting. And calories don't count on birthdays.
Meet Bessie!
She arrived on my doorstep last week. She's kind of quiet, very low maintenance, and doesn't eat much. Hopefully you'll see more of her as time goes on. I have plans for her!
DD#2 decided at the last minute to come home for the weekend. Surprise! She was so happy to sleep in her own bed and eat home-cooked meals....
... and play with her dogs. They missed each other.
Then yesterday afternoon, our neighbors hosted their annual pizza fest/bingo party for all of the neighborhood kids.
They made sure that everyone was a winner!
Out of the blue, I had a wonderful blast from the past contact me. I got an email from my grade school BFF who was able to track me down on the internet. We haven't seen each other since the summer between 6th and 7th grades when she moved away (1971!!! - 38 years ago, yikes!). It is so crazy that she remembered my phone number from way back then, and what's worse is that I remember hers! Lots of memories have flooded back of all the innocence of our childhood together. Playing jacks and pick-up-sticks and collecting soda bottles to turn in for 2 cents, picking wildflowers from the field and taking them to the lady whose husband worked for a cookie company (we weren't stupid!), walking barefoot in the grass and playing baseball in the street. We never played with Barbies, but we had trolls with elaborate lifestyles. We used to tell everyone we were twins (she's exactly 2 weeks older than I am). In a way, it surprises me that I remember all these things. But I think kids remember lots more of life's little details, and as we get older and have so much more responsibility, we don't file away the little details. Fun walk down memory lane.
Maybe I save the details for knitting projects. I'd like to think so.
