These cherries sat on my lap for about an hour and a half while I re-joined the land of ‘those who read’ and took in a gorgeous Michigan Friday evening. Oh, how I do love the Farmer’s Market. Chelsey is leaving for Oxford this week, and I am tagging along in spirit- or certified jealousy. I’ve downloaded her booklist for the month she’ll be studying Austen and will be copying her notes as she goes…thus the selection you see to your right. I just don’t know how you can possibly go without me…who will help you flag down royalty and take ridiculous photos in front of fountains and scour thrift stores? I just don’t know. Have so much fun, friend. Come back with a cool accent.
I also nabbed some Brickyard Farms soap at the Farmer’s Market…bliss. Lavender Cream, take me away. When I returned, a package (a package!!!) was waiting for me from dear Christan. A short note explained it was something for Peanut…but I didn’t really get it until I sifted through…and then began to sob uncontrollably. I’d done pretty well with the whole ‘crying syndrome’ of pregnancy up until then- but Lordy, did the waterworks flow. It’s simply a wooden box with beautiful paper, envelopes, and ribbon inside. You’re to write a letter to your child each year on their birthday. Then, for 21 days before they turn 21, you mail them one of the letters. The quote on the front says, “There is nothing more wonderful than the written word.” I have always loved words. For me…a hard, often silent, creative, and fiercely observant person with a mind that constantly races…written words have always been concrete and simple and clear. They are what bring everything into focus. It’s another reason why I am drawn to music…but that’s another story for another day. The gift is perfect, Friend. Thank you.
We are headed in for Peanut’s ultrasound at 11am today. WooHoo!!! I’m ready to see what this kid is doin’ in there. Come out already. Let’s play. I’m also looking forward to meeting another doctor while wearing a pink paper gown. It makes me feel feminine and sexy and vulnerable…and recyclable.
Talk to you soon.
PS: Thank you so much for all the calls and emails and comments about Curt and his wretched back. He is surviving thanks to some really cool drugs. He got in for an MRI early which was a huge blessing…so now he has that before he sees his old friend the surgeon on Wednesday. Something’s gotta give…or I need to learn a better way to get his socks on. He’s worse than some of the kids I used to nanny for…but he’s pretty darn cute.