I've had that title in my head since Thursday, since enjoying a rejuvenating break with a dozen other women to celebrate to birthday of one soon-to-be-30-year-old c jane. The morning found me up to my armpits in the most physically intense caretaking I've done so far with The Ancestor—exhausting—and so having lunch with intelligent, interesting, fun women my own age (okay, okay, so I could potentially be The Ancestor of that bloggerette group, but since I'm not yet wearing Depends, who's counting years?) at a really really really good restaurant while celebrating the 1977 hatching out of A True Beauty was hyacinths for my soul. I went away well-fed in tummy and heart. I'm in the mood for a shout-out, aren't you?
Ladies, thank you so much for the relief of your delightful company on a tiring day. If I hadn't already decided I love you, this one lunch gathering would have done it for me. Thanks for inviting me.
(I still think a round table is the best possible setup for bloggerette lunches.)
lisa v. clark
cathy (who has no blog, but can be seen here, by scrolling down)
also their fat babies and cute kids
Please tell me I didn't miss listing one of these somebodies I have a crush on.
My only regret about Thursday's lunch is that I didn't think to take my camera out of my purse till it was too late. Anybody want to share shots with me? My photo du jour, because I missed this fantastic photo op, was necessarily the red corduroy pea jacket with fuschia lining I picked up at D.I. on my way home from the wing-ding. Next to the above list of fabulous feminosity, that is small potatoes.
I'm behind again on my photo uploading. The next batch isn't too exciting anyhow. But I will get around to updating some time.
Just so you know, as of yesterday, The Ancestor has been hospitalized with pneumonia and congestive heart failure. Things aren't looking too hot for my gran, but time will tell what brand of healing Providence has in mind. She's snookered death before. I'll be back and forth between UVRMC and my house for the next however many days and nights are between right-here-right-now and some kind of resolution.
A note to my tea party friend: I've taken the kettle off the burner till we can get life under control here, but I haven't forgotten that we will sip together someday.
XO and thanks again.