Chatting with a Friend at a Quaker potluck:
“I brought the BBQ chicken.”
“But you’re a vegetarian?”
“Quakers are so considerate of vegetarian Friends–trying not to offend–that I bring the meat to the potluck because no one else will.”
This afternoon E asked me if I’ve ever had a perfectly wonderful day or a completely awful day. I suppose I’ve had my even share of each, just like everyone else living on this planet. I said in reply:
“Just about every day is perfectly wonderful to me.” And I meant it.
As I sit at my computer tonite feeling droswy, but not yet quite willing to call it a day, I can look back at all that this day has brought: a relaxing morning after the kids left for summer school where I got much accomplished around the house and had some QT with Ellycat, my delight at the kiddoes’ return from school at lunchtime, my appointment with the optomotrist where I chose some pretty funky new glasses, two hours of swimming laps while the kids were in swim practice and remembering the strength of my former swim-team self, a simple dinner with the whole family, a quick jaunt to the garden to water and to visit with friends, a few hours after the kids were in bed to unwind with a recently arrived netflick, a drowsy John waiting for me to retire to bed with him.
Hmmmm….perfectly perfect, in my opinion. :)
Imagine an attic of an old mental asylum, filled with the trunks and suitcases of the now-deceased patients. Then imagine that the suitcases are found and the contents are documented to tell the stories of their former owners. Amazing stuff.
My favorite story is Madeline’s.
While we were eating at Bullock’s BBQ in Durham, North Carolina, our waitress (Mary Sue) called my daughter “Shugah Foot.”
She called me “Sweetie Pie” and didn’t bat an eyelash when I requested a veggie burger instead of their world-famous vinegar-style pork barbeque. Though I eschewed the pig meat, I indulged heartily in hush puppies and buttery-rich peach cobbler. Yum :)
What’s your most embarrassing moment? I like to tell John’s, but today I’ll offer a few of my own…
–discovering a hole in the crotch of my pants just after I got home from meeting and spending the day with my boyfriend-at-the-time’s parents.
–realizing that the yellow stripe across the chest of my favorite swimsuit was completely see-through when wet (this, after having worn the suit for a couple of years).
–putting in a swimsuit off of the clothesline at summer camp and realizing a few moments later (in front of fellow campers) that there is a large moth in the crotch of said swimuit. [Note: not the swimsuit with the yellow stripe, in case you were wondering]
–the day I walked out of the house with an American cheese slice stuck to the seat of pants (placed there by my ever-so-loving toddler daughter). Also, a similar incident with a large (like 5″ square) Pokemon sticker on my back.
Click on the photo above to view some pics from our North Carolina trip.
This picture is from our last morning in Corolla (on the northern tip of the Outer Banks). John and E made one last quick trip to the beach to release E’s pet shrimp back into the ocean so they wouldn’t die. The sun was just rising as they walked down the beach access path.
It was hard to leave such a lovely place….
Today, took my first-ever swim in the ocean. Surrounded by jellies, siblings, John, and my kids. Glorious. Spent two hours out swimming in the early morning and another two in the evening. Kudos to John and Chris for rescuing me from the riptide (aka strong-for-me current) more than once.
Warm, relaxing, scary, exhilarating. Can’t wait to do it again :)
But ocean water sure tastes nasty.