Lately my mind has been full of inane thoughts. My blog has been full of angst, frustration, tears, and too many parentheses. Let’s change (most of) these things.
My visit to Michigan was wonderful. I know I have mentioned this on my blog before but it bears repeating: I love my family and I am so grateful to have them. This trip was exactly what I needed, despite the 24 hour stomach bug hitting Lucy, Jul, and Daniel while I was there. I just hung out at their lovely new house, played with the kids every single hour of every day, and refreshed my soul with the wealth of love and hope they have. (Digression: I am waxing poetical today because I watched Jeopardy last night, and one of the categories was Poets & Poetry. Would you believe none of those three female contestants could complete Whittier’s famous couplet: “Of all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these: it might have been”. They clearly did not read Anne of Green Gables eight hundred times like me.) Veronica brought over her laptop and we did finish the Newsroom. (Awww, Charlie!!!!! *sob* I threw a pillow at Veronica for not warning me.) Cathy, Matthew, and I went ice-skating and then to a lovely local Mexican restaurant. Ice-skating always makes me feel better about life, and when followed up by a hissingly-hot platter of caramelized onions, peppers, tomatoes, and beef, wrapped in warm tortillas with oodles of sour cream and ‘guac’… Life was very good in that moment. Thank you, Matthew and Catherine.
We were at Sunday Mass and Father Steve was giving a really good homily, talking about doing the will of God, and he said “and we say yes” and Lucy piped up in her little-girl voice: “No! We say no!!” and Veronica and I died laughing silently in the pew.
On the drive out, I scored a free coffee by complimenting the Ohio-turnpike-EZon/off-Dunkin-guy on the Pittsburgh Penguins pin on his shirt. So, go me and my big blue eyes and hockey knowledge. It was a Large coffee too!
On Tuesday, we visited baby Cecilia’s resting place, and said prayers for her and sang Away In A Manger (Leo’s choice) to her. It was the best way to end my trip, remembering all the love and sorrow and faith we’ve experienced as a family.
Non-Michigan related thoughts:
Am I the only person in the world who loves group texts? Do I have a problem because I love group texts? Am I overly social? Do I talk too much? I think I like group texts because I love words and typing and funny retorts and friendship. You’re all silly for not loving group texts.
You know what’s a fun challenge on a boring Monday morning? Driving to work in the snow. I love it, and I am not being sarcastic. I really enjoy winter and my ability to maneuver my Corolla around the unplowed hilly roads of NEPA.
Last night I went to Arena with Jill, Erica, and Kelsi, and I got a really good burger. It was their California Spicy Pickle burger (said name made me giggle like a child when I ordered it) and it was delicious. Sometimes I forget how tasty a really good, hot, juicy burger is. And the onions were raw, which was a nice change from my normal method of ordering caramelized-onion-anything. Seriously, let’s talk for a moment about the humble onion and how incredibly good it is in all its capacities. Who doesn’t enjoy being all “yeah I’m going to caramelize these onions and then throw some mushrooms and peppers and deliciousness in there”? Caramelize is just one of those pretty cooking words; it automatically makes me happy for whatever I’m about to eat (see my rhapsodic thoughts about the fajitas in the first paragraph).
Root vegetables for the win.