Wow, I had the best day ever!
Epiphany about writing came late in the day at approximately 4:27 PM 2/14/09, but that blog will have to wait until tomorrow.
Yesterday was wonderful!
I saw old writing friends--not that they're old old . . . but old friends as in I haven't seen them in a few months--at Tami Cowden's workshop on the Hero/Heroine Archetypes. I got home at about 5:30 and was greeted at the door, by my loving family: the sheepdog who had been bathed and brushed and smelled sweet, the child who had been bathed and brushed and smelled sweet, and the hubster who was wearing his mother's old "I'd rather be selling Avon" apron standing at the stove with a plethora of pots and pans. My house was clean. The formal dining table was set. Hubster handed me a glass of Lodi Ranch Cabernet that he made last year. YUM! And they had made a "We-(heart)-you, Mom sign out of balloons.
While hubster prepared dinner: Chicken Piccatta with angel hair pasta and Spinach salad with warm balsamic dressing, I played MarioKart. Yep, the child was trying to be supportive, but her screams when Yoshi dived off the track did get a little grating--he dies a LOT in Wario's Gold Mine! My poor arthritic thumbs . . .I wonder if Nintendo will start producing bigger buttons for those of us who remain challenged by technology? We ate the wonderful dinner and hubster cleaned up the dishes while I played a little longer--Yoshi is on the sugarscoot cycle for the 100cc tracks and it moves a little differently than his car in the 50cc.
For dessert we had homemade Chocolate Mousse--double yum!
Epiphany about writing came late in the day at approximately 4:27 PM 2/14/09, but that blog will have to wait until tomorrow.
Yesterday was wonderful!
I saw old writing friends--not that they're old old . . . but old friends as in I haven't seen them in a few months--at Tami Cowden's workshop on the Hero/Heroine Archetypes. I got home at about 5:30 and was greeted at the door, by my loving family: the sheepdog who had been bathed and brushed and smelled sweet, the child who had been bathed and brushed and smelled sweet, and the hubster who was wearing his mother's old "I'd rather be selling Avon" apron standing at the stove with a plethora of pots and pans. My house was clean. The formal dining table was set. Hubster handed me a glass of Lodi Ranch Cabernet that he made last year. YUM! And they had made a "We-(heart)-you, Mom sign out of balloons.
While hubster prepared dinner: Chicken Piccatta with angel hair pasta and Spinach salad with warm balsamic dressing, I played MarioKart. Yep, the child was trying to be supportive, but her screams when Yoshi dived off the track did get a little grating--he dies a LOT in Wario's Gold Mine! My poor arthritic thumbs . . .I wonder if Nintendo will start producing bigger buttons for those of us who remain challenged by technology? We ate the wonderful dinner and hubster cleaned up the dishes while I played a little longer--Yoshi is on the sugarscoot cycle for the 100cc tracks and it moves a little differently than his car in the 50cc.
For dessert we had homemade Chocolate Mousse--double yum!
Hubster confessed he'd gone through all my recipes, took them out, made copies of them and had been planning the dinner for awhile. Sneaky dog! And going through my recipes is no small task. I have my clipped recipes, mainly Bon Appetit, in 13 binders that take up about 3 feet of bookshelf space. Every recipe that I cut out from the last 25 years is in one of those books, but it is very organized--what can I say? I'm a Virgo!
And after dinner we got in our swim suits and hit the hot tub with a bottle of homemade bubbly (kiddo had a soda). Hubster is a very talented guy. The sparkling wine (champagne) was wonderfully dry, the air was cold and the hot tub warm. Clouds scuttled across the night sky revealing the stars.
Ah, it was the best day ever!
