1. Earlier this month I was the reviewer and hostess for my book club. This book club has been around for a long time.... about 27 years. Long before Oprah had a book club. There are very few of us who have been around for that long, but we are continually adding women. Others drop out or move away. It is an eclectic group. The book I was reviewing was "My Life in France" by Julia Child and I had warned the group that I was going to "go Julia" on them and to wear their pearls. I made beef bourguignon (just to give them a taste - not a whole meal) and chocolate mousse. I rented the DVD of her TV series "The French Chef" and showed a clip from that. I wore my mother's dress from the 50's. I forgot to take pictures, but here is a picture of my mother in the dress:
2. A year ago I went to a quilt show and saw a Halloween quilt displayed there that I fell in love with. I bought the pattern and knew that I would never get it done in time for Halloween 2009, but decided to give myself a year to complete it. I got it back from the lady that does really intricate quilting for me and it looks fabulous:
Oh, and that quilt store I went to in Oregon? There was a quilt hanging there that I just had to make, so I came home and ordered the fabric and got the quilt top done. I can't wait to do the quilting myself on this one:
3. Last week David informed me that he needed glasses because he was always squinting. Nice of him to mention it just 10 days before we take him to college. But fabulous Costco came through for us and he picked these up yesterday:
The optometrist said that his vision wasn't terribly bad, but his astigmatism was and even though David told him he thought he just needed them for classwork, the doctor said he bet David would want to wear them all the time once he realized what he was missing. When David walked into the house with his glasses he was amazed at how good the world looked! He could see leaves on trees! Colors were brighter! Signs were readable! He said walking around Costco he couldn't stop smiling!
4. I can't even talk about the fact that my last child is leaving home. His car left with his older sister on Sunday morning and I came into the house and cried. It's really happening. Where did the time go? This was something I dreamed and fantasized about when in the throes of raising 6 kids. But it signals an end of an era for me. I am no longer a mother in that sense. Something that I have been on a daily basis for 34 years. It has been part of my identity as a person. It makes me sad and makes me feel old.
