1. This afternoon, my first-born will take the stage in his comedic debut at the school talent show. He’s been working on his monologue for weeks but I haven’t heard a word of it because “I’m only going to perform it once for you, Mom.” I’m assuming the faculty at school has okayed it because he survived tryouts and both dress rehearsals but I’m a little nervous because he said no one really laughed when he delivered the material yesterday. He, on the other hand, was not nervous at all. He’s been determined to stand on a stage and tell his favorite joke since the 5th grade when he tried out for the elementary school talent show and then forgot to remind us the day of the performance that he was supposed to go.
Tonight is his night to shine.
And mine to breathe into a paper bag.
Break a leg, kid.
2. Speaking of breathing into paper bags, I’m having trouble settling on a return-to-shorter-bangs-or-not decision.
3. We decided on a company to help us with our window blind replacement project and the salesman came out to take measurements Tuesday. With him were various sample books of linen white, bisque white, Nordic white, snow white, desert white, beach sand white, fanciful flight, white cloud, and every other name for basically the same color.
He spent three hours talking to me about pull cords, fabric styles, opacity, pleat size, and thermal conduction and in the end said, “I’ll give you a few weeks to think about what you want” and then dropped his jaw when I spouted my selections.
Bangs that will grow in six weeks?
Window coverings that I will look at for the next twenty years?
Piece of cake.
4. Cake reminds me of pie which reminds me that I meant to share this picture with you of a dessert I made for the kids that was super easy – just a ready-made pie crust cut into triangles, spread with Nutella, rolled, sprinkled with coarse sugar, and baked. The little crescents are super rich and delicious warm from the oven.
5. Finally, here’s Mom’s 80th birthday quilt. It’s the fourth one I’ve made and each one has turned out better than the last. None, though, gave me as much joy as this one because 1) it was a surprise for her, 2) red is her favorite color and 3) gingham her favorite fabric. Every minute spent at the sewing machine
except for the quilting part made me smile because I knew she’d be pleased.
Happy cozy napping, Mom.
Have a nice day.