|Wherein Brenda keeps you up to date on her exciting life in April of the year of Our Lord and Lady 2001.|
|Sunday, May 27, 2001|
We sleep in until 10:00 a.m. ... an unheard of occurrence around this house! I pick up Connie Willis' new novel, Passage, and I just can't put it down. At noon I run another hot bath and keep on reading. At 2:00 p.m. the water is completely cold, and I am finished with the story. This is a fantastic book about the scientific understanding of Near Death Experiences and the brain. Very difficult for me to read in places, though Gwen (who gave me the book) warned me that it would be.
Bill watched The Race. What race? You philistine, you. The Indianapolis 500, of course. He used to only listen to the race on short-wave radio while sitting on the back porch, clip board in hand, tracking the cars as they exchange positions. If something dramatic happened, he'd run in and turn on the TV (which was a couple of minutes behind the radio transmission.) The television coverage of the race is just dull. They follow the lead car around and around and around, never minding the activity of any of the rest of the cars. Now, it's on regular radio, and Bill has it on at the same time as the TV, switching back and forth with the sound. I really LOVE this man. I DO, I swear it.
|Saturday, May 26, 2001|
Up at the crack of dawn (well, 7:30 a.m.) and out to the Oak Spring property. Bear stopped by to check on the newly laid sod and make sure it doesn't need watering. We had fierce storms last night, and more are expected tonight, so no problem.
The husband hauled rocks to the rock pile, bricks to the brick pile, and cleared away the stacks of old fencing material from the side yard. I weeded the strip of garden in the front of the house that was waist high in weeds. L. Hermes showed up at 10:00 and we borrowed his SUV to go to Home Depot and stock up on Round Up and mulch, while he got out the mower and took care of the ground in front of the horse farm. 15 bags of mulch spread out over the plastic bags that housed them now covers that front garden patch which will never need mowing (and very little weeding) ever again.
Aching muscles found their way to a hot tub for a long soak after, and then I called Linda Melnick to talk movies. We decide on Memento and Bill and I will meet them at the theater after Linda pick up TJ from the reception.... where much champagne was served. (giggle....giggle...) Good movie, by the way. I recommend it, though there's not much I can say about it without giving it away. The web site is just as intriguing as the movie, and even adds some elements that you never even see in the film. Fascinating and creepy.
Coffee and catching up in the Starbucks afterwards. Pictures of kids and gardens. Good times.
|Friday, May 25, 2001|
My baby, Aaron, graduates from High School today. Some baby... he wears a size 13 shoe and stands 6' 2". I never have to worry about climbing up on step stools to reach the things on the top shelf. I just holler, "I need a tall person!" and there's someone to get it down for me. Of course, everyone in this house (with the exception of the pets) is taller than me. Aaron is tallest of the tall and, I believe, still growing.
His graduation present arrived yesterday. As preparation for college, we have gotten each of the kids their own computer upon graduation from high school. That Bill is able to purchase one of any model HP makes at cost has helped a lot. Aaron took his straight up to his room and began the set up.... on the floor. He's happy as a clam.
It's a big and busy night for everybody. The Sisters have a gig at the Harvest Cafe at 9:00 pm, so Rob Wynne came over early to help me pack up all the sound gear in the van and take it over at 6:00 pm. Then I blasted over to the Roswell Street Baptist Church and got in the long line of grad's families, staking out a good seats in the balcony. Then I kept my eyes peeled for Bill and Meri (Beth had to work, which is just as well since the school only allows three tickets per grad). We stayed to see Aaron and all his senior friends get their diplomas, then we sneaked out the side door and sped up to Acworth.
Heartless, you say, not to stay until the end of the ceremony. Not so, as Aaron and his pals weren't sticking around either. They had a Solar tournament to go to. Solar versus taking pictures in a maroon polyester robe and mortar board? Solar wins, hands down.
The gig went very well, though I had some tense moments when I realized that my guitar case was still locked from the trip to Salt Lake, and the key was hanging on the wall at home! Leave it to Gwen to have every little thing I ever need. One screwdriver, coming up. The lock is sprung, but what the heck. That case was really torn up anyway.
Linda Melnick and TJ Burnside-Clapp came to the show. TJ is in town for Peter David's wedding. It's been over a year since I've seen her, and we're going to try to get together for a movie after the reception tomorrow.
|Tuesday, May 22 - Thursday, May 24, 2001|
Work work work work work...... hub bub hub bub... work work work...
|Monday, May 21, 2001|
My oldest daughter, Kate, is a year older today. We gave her the scrimshaw pentagram and silver bird goddess pentagram, and she gave me a clue. I've had a difficult time keeping my own age straight for some time now. Perhaps it's because I've surrounded myself with people several years my junior. I just don't pay attention to my age, until questioned. Then I invariably make myself a year or two older than I really am. Now, with Kate's keen mathematical savvy, I've got a peg to hang my age hat on. "You can't be 50, mom, because I'm not 25." I have two years before I'm actually as old as I feel.
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