Grateful Friday

Today I give thanks for... 

A short week of work and a beautiful week of windows open weather.

 

Lily made it through her first week...only 4 days...of work. She already got a bonus and a paycheck. 

A full house of girls getting ready for Don Toliver tonight.

A Tuesday night date for pizza and a movie with my guys. Obsession did not disappoint. 

Lily planned, shopped for and made dinner for us this week just because she wanted to. She made a mean chimichurri sauce for her steak and potatoes. 

A girl's day last Saturday. We saw And Juliet and then had an early tapas dinner. The performance had amazing energy. I literally smiled through the show. Meryl and I loved. The grandmas liked it. 

 

Dinner on the patio, cold sangria, hot potatas bravas, and churros y choocolate.

 

Hail Mary. We rented this sweet little movie last night. Ryan Gossling is a class act. Eva Mendes too. They are committed to raising their daughters out of the media spotlight. 

A couple new skirts. This is going to be the summer of the skirt for me.

 

A new cat tree from our neighbor. Her furbaby was not a fan. Hazel and Gus are loving it never mind that our living room looks like a cat cafe. Anything for the kit kats.

  

 

My patio cranes. 

 

Grateful Friday

Today I give thanks for...

Lily is home and...drum roll please...she's unpacked! She's happy to be home after a month on the move. She's been spending lots of time with Michael, but they hung out with us old folks last Saturday night. We made homemade pizzas at her request followed by Wizard and wine. That's my favorite kind of night.

 

The cranes have been hanging in our yard all week. If they stay much longer, I'm getting them a kiddie pool. We all love watching them.

 

 

 

Buds.

 

Blooms.

 

Reading with my book buddies after work and before bed.

 

 

The first juicy watermelon of the season.

Our Arizona trip is booked for November.

When crossword puzzles are a family affair.

A friend is on the road to recovery after major surgery.

A delivery of July 4th swag. Seems like a good year to go a little overboard with red, white and blue.

Gus fancies himself an outdoor cat. Except now he's a relentless beggar when we leave him in the house.

 

 

 

  

New patio furniture and happy hour with Brashley.

  

Eric Church's commencement address to the UNC class of 2026.

This sweet little lady taking her afternoon snooze.

 

 

What is True?

 Do the things in your story really happen?

 Isn't that the question when it comes to life? 

Did this really happen to me?

~Lidia Yuknavitch  

I got home yesterday right before the skies opened up and the rain came down. That was the perfect invitation to lay down and pick up my book. The Chronology of Water is as heavy as the sodden air, and I'm okay with that. I like an afternoon storm and a broody read especially together. Memory is at the center of this memoir...the things we remember, the unreliability of our memories, the hold they have on us and the way we can harness their power. And then, of course, there is the whole discussion about what does it matter how or what exactly happened if it makes us feel a certain way.

This is the kind of story that must be taken in small doses. It's raw and painful, and provocative. I closed my eyes after a while and confronted a far away memory I know is incomplete. It's a pivotal part of who I am so many years later. Some missing parts came to me. These pieces brought with them a welcome wave of peace even as I still have holes. We are the sum of so many parts plenty unknown to us. We take what we can get.

I often ask myself what do I know to be absolutely true. This is an existential question that is worth exploring but almost impossible to answer...at least for me. Truth is absolute and so little in this life is unadulterated, pure, outright. 

  

weekending

 

Today is the first day of June. It's a glorious, sun shiny, almost summer day. This week will deliver more of the same and so we begin the whirlwind that is June, July and August. The windows are open, the morning doves are coo-OOO-oooing from the telephone line and the kit kats are on watch at the patio door. Mike said they slept the day away, which is no surprise. Manny and Murphy came for a sleepover so there was plenty of enrichment for Hazel and angst for Gus. They are tiring in equal measure. 

The kids had no water so an invitation for Saturday night supper turned into an overnight stay much to my delight. Ted requested bbq chicken and mac and cheese, and so that's what we had. I was disappointed in my sauce...it was not as creamy or sharp as I was going for. I realize that I always use the random cheese orphans in the frig so I'm never making it the same way twice. It's my mission to perfect the recipe and stick to it. It was just a little too chilly to finally enjoy the new patio furniture. Before long we'll be saying it's too hot. We had thoughts about games and movies, but we ended up comfy in the family room just chatting and that was perfect.

Friday was a little later, but also a stellar night too. Pete and Sue invited us to dinner at the Capital Grille and we had a fabulous meal followed by drinks at Casa Wags. We never go out on Fridays, but we may have to rethink that ala how you start the weekend sets the tone for what's to come. It was fun to dress up a little and head downtown for rare steaks and red wine and time with good friends.

Sunday was a long overdue work day. We purged the garage and it was beyond gratifying. I'm pretty sure we could continue to cull, but it was a valiant start. I made a stop at the nursery for some flowers. I was loading up my car when a little old man approached to tell me that I was as joyful as my flowers. It made me smile and laugh to which he said, "See...I knew it." His kindness stayed with me for the afternoon. It takes so little to make a lasting impact. I got down on my hands and knees to weed my beds, which is always more gratifying than grueling. At the end of the day, I was too exhausted to cook dinner so we put in a frozen pizza...a pizza I was too tired to eat when it was done. We fell asleep watching our current show...Mayor of Kingstown and it's not a sleeper.

I wasn't ready for Monday when my alarm rang this morning, yet I resisted the snooze button because Alan proposed summer hours...9-1 o'clock. Not just on Friday...every day! Linda and I lobbied for 10-2. She's slow going in the a.m. and I've become a night owl. I'm working on my late night tendencies, but this certainly is motivation to get to bed earlier. I was in at 9:30 today and out by 4:00. We're busy so I'm good with that, and technically it's not summer yet.

June is so far so good.