I went to see Fiddler on the Roof last night and it was wonderful! The songs have been running through my head all morning. And I did manage to get through Sunrise Sunset without crying, even with a wedding in the family looming on the far horizon.
Speaking of weddings, I went to a Bridal Expo last Sunday. They had everything from an elegant string quartet to a bus with a stripper pole. Events like this bring out my OCD, so I printed up labels with the bride’s contact info and wedding date to put on all the little slips they use to draw for prizes. Several people who saw me doing that, especially the ones hunched over the tables, scribbling their names with cramping hands near the end of the booths, commented on how clever an idea it was. My husband just rolled his eyes. He was in charge of eye-rolling and heavy travel brochure carrying.
I’ve been trying to clean and de-clutter my house a little at a time, doing a combo of Fly Lady, a year-long de-cluttering calendar with one small task a day, and an ebook called One Bite at a Time: 52 Projects for Making Life Simpler. Unfortunately I’ve also learned how to operate my TV well enough to watch episodes of Downtown Abbey on Netflix all by myself, so I can’t say I’ve made any real progress thus far.
Have I mentioned that my sons are seven years apart in age? And that, of course, means that just when the eldest has become this mature, responsible adult who’s excelling academically and planning for his future my youngest is now fully mired in a pit of testosterone, with the plummeting grades and argumentative attitude that can include. *sigh*
I have to say I am proud of both of my sons for bringing up SOPA and PIPA before I could mention it to them. And they were both well-informed. I think they just want to make sure my blog doesn’t go down because then they’d have to listen to me rant.
I need some help from the over-forty crowd on this one: The skin around my eyes has been replaced by some sort of dark, wrinkled tissue paper. Short of some smiling doctor coming at my face with a needle, which is out of the question for many reasons, is there anything I can do about this? Anyone out there have any good product suggestions?
While I’m asking for suggestions, what are everyone’s favorite daily meditation / daily scripture sorts of books? There are way too many out there, and I haven’t been happy with the few I’ve looked at so far. I want something down to earth and practical, and not too smarmy. Actually, something with a bit of snark would be preferred. Does such a thing exist?
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