READING: Florence: Art and HIstory (Taking my time with it as it is the last of the books Mark brought back for me from Italy.)
LISTENING TO: John Michael Talbott...well, it started with John Michael and now it has progressed to Mason Proffit, which was JMT before he was "JMT," back in the early 70's. JMT is an Indiana boy and we first knew him when we worked on Tobit Weekends through Alverna, when he was just getting started as JMT and no longer part of Mason Proffit. He was staying with the Franciscan monks at the time. Long time ago. Still, MP is worth a listen every now and again. And, historically speaking, a good reminder of the before and after effects of Vietnam and how that affected life, and in this case, the Mason Proffit gang. (Okay, I will stop now before I get on a roll as I know how patient you are all with me about that sort of thing...NOT.)
COOKING THROUGH: Fresh stuff...you would think we would all be tired of it by now, but we aren't!
FAV NEW FIND: Pomegranate juice...tons of uses for this, and in such a cute bottle.
FAV THING TODAY; Getting Alex registered for classes for high school. He even got his hair cut for the occasion (photo ops for the year book today also). His big kickoff event is tomorrow...students only, not parents...and am pretty sure they will not begin anything with a prayer, being a public school don'tyouknow. It is time for him to be back in the halls on a daily basis...he needs a much larger arena within which to operate, if you get my drift. Both he and I operate so much better with a little larger space in area and time these days...they say that teenage years make it so you can part with your child at the end of them and release them into adulthood, that you could never part with your child at age 10 or 11, so the angst of the teenage years helps that along a bit. I did not have that vision a few years ago, but I am starting to think there might be something to that after all.
SCRAPBOOK PAGES THIS WEEK; None...hmmm...maybe I will be more productive once school starts.
GOING TO: Mom's
Runaway Getaway Retreat...some time with girlfriends just to be silly, stay up late, and talk about whatever it is we want to without little ears around. Located in one of my all-time favorite "escape from reality" places within 90 miles...Bloomington. (When I first went to Bloomington to IU, I loved the fact that it was ALL MINE and that there were no ghosts of memories there. It was something new and fresh and wonderful and I didn't share it with ANYONE. I didn't know a soul there and I loved the thought of that alone. It was magical for me. Something all my own. All these years, I have loved that it was something just mine alone...this year, however, I learned it is "not so much my own"...I hope it still feels magical this weekend. Ghosts, it turns out, are everywhere you are sure they are not.)
PRAYING FOR: A successful school year for our boys...please join me.