I awoke this morning determined to greet Monday as if she were a Friday. So far, it’s working, but I’m only one cup of coffee, one sick kid, and one school lesson into the day. It’s hard to determine if this will be a passday or a failday – not for my kids, but for me.
Since I’m settling quite comfortably into my little world of denial, I wore my summer shoes yesterday. All day. Only two emerald painted toes have lasting frostbite.
If you don’t think people notice your feet, wear a pair of summer shoes when there is frost on the ground and snow in the shade. People notice. It’s nearly alarming, considering my usual footwear.
I’m quickly falling in love with the wedge. Why, oh why haven’t I chosen a wedge before this spring? They are supremely comfortable. I gladly name the wedge my shoe of choice. Added lift without cause for fractured ankle alarm. It was love at first step.
Anybody notice how late Easter is this year? I admit, I don’t mind. Perhaps it will actually be sunny and warm this Easter, given it’s April 24th due date. We are happily planning to Easter in Queens with my brother-in-law, his fiance, and her family. I should be on a crash diet, considering my soon-to-be sister-in-law is a pastry chef. My fat quivers at the thought of dessert.
On Palm Sunday, we decided to have a gaggle of college students over for dinner. There is a college nearby with lots of live-in students. It’s fulfilling to host a dinner with a crowd of people who are happy to be served anything cooked. I’m simply praying that God expands our walls or at least allows them to stretch like rubber bands – rubber bands with no bounce back. I can’t imagine the chaos of a bounce back.
What would you cook if you had, oh, let’s say twenty or so (college students seem to multiply when there’s food) people over for dinner?
Now, please remember, I’ll be in church on Sunday before this dinner. I must cook ahead or at the least, have crock-pots slow cooking a chicken