For some reason, I think I look cute tonight. Maybe it's because I have on my funereal make-up. Or is funereal make-up what they put on a corpse? Whatever.
Obviously, I did not wear that outfit to the funeral. No, I was appropriate. I swear.
I spent most of the service in the nursery with Owen and Gibson. Phew. Because I was having a hard time with the hymns (they sing every verse- Every. Verse) and the scripture and basically all of it so when the boys needed to be removed from the scene, I happily accompanied them and it was a fine nursery with lots and lots of toys and books. So we had a good time.
I'm sure it was a good service.
Isn't that a nice apron? Judy and Denise gave it to me. They're such lovies.
I'm making pizza. The dough is rising right now. Life seems pretty sweet at this moment. Mr. Moon got the garden weeded AND tilled and now the old woman (me) can get in there and plant some seeds and plants. I'm pretty excited about that. The planting is always the best. It's like a sort of cosmic impregnating, isn't it? You impregnate the dirt with the possibility of life. Possibilities allow for a sort of perfection which reality never fulfills. As we all know, in about a month I'll be bitching about how something stole all my seeds out of the dirt and how nothing is coming up except for weeds and blah, blah, blah.
This is the way I garden.
I start with great hopes and end with frustration and ant bites but for now, it is an important part of my life and so I continue.
All right. That's the report. I went to a funeral and got to play with Owen and Gibson. And the meatballs and cookies were excellent.
Gotta go chop the vegetables.