I heard a rumor that once upon a time, I was a blogger. I actually shared my life in print on the world-wide web. People laughed and left comments. I made friends from far and away. I shared words and thoughts and heart.
That seems like a long time ago.
Maybe I’m just sleepy or unmotivated. Maybe I need a kick in the pants. All I know is that I’m suffering from a severe case of blogger’s block. I’ve been neglecting my baby blog and she’s withering and dying.
I’m sure all she needs is cup of caffeinated coffee.
Too bad that’s a no-no.
Good friends from Maine came for a visit – Wacky Nurse Jackie and her family. We became friends a long time ago when I was pregnant with FringeBoy. Wacky Nurse Jackie is a baby whisperer. She can take a beast of a screaming baby, face puffy red with newborn angst, and turn that child into the precious sleeping doll you always thought you’d birth. I may not have survived my son’s first year of sleepless life without her.
That, my friends, is someone who knows me well.
Dinner is sometimes like playing a game of Russian Roulette, but hang on to your appetite, because desert is coming.
I’ll share my banana pudding recipe tomorrow.
On Sunday afternoon we went over to the Fly Creek Cider Mill. Fly Creek makes the best apple cider in the entire world. And, FringeMan won us two half gallons by naming the artist who sang the songs our entertainer was playing on his guitar.
Mom you’re right; Elvis isn’t dead! We saw him and he sang Love Me Tender. I could tell he was thinking of you while he sang.
Fly Creek turned a little country store into an event. It’s the greatest way to market a shop. You don’t just go buy cider, you eat apples, sample cave-aged cheese, watch them press cider, listen to music, eat lunch – it’s a full day. You can even feed the ducks!
Our friends made it home safely. Unfortunately they arrived home in Maine in the middle of the night. I knew we should have kicked them out earlier, but we were laughing too much to let them go.