The transition to summer time has been fine for two reasons: some very unsummer weather and all three boys have fevers and aches and are holed up on the couch at this very moment watching Martha Speaks. Sounds like a vacation to me.
On Sunday, Sally and I drove up to see Blair and a visiting Martha. It was just for the day and it was wonderful. I have known these ladies for years now, and I am warmed to my cockles (yes, right down to them) by how much I admire and appreciate them. As makers and creatives they are inspiring, but also as mothers-- as with so many of my friends, I am lucky to know them.
Notes:
**I am a little stumped over Father's Day. I made him some underwear. I feel like I should do more for the person who keeps this crazy train rolling.
**I am sure you already read the blue hour, but if for some reason you have missed Brian's posts on Italy, please remedy that situation. Frankly, I'm a little glad he's back to posting about boring, old London*, because I'm not sure how much more I could take.
**The new cards from Rifle Paper Co. are really, really good. I finally bought boxes of birthday and blank cards from them last year, and I'm going to work hard to use them all up so I can get a box or two more.
**I would like to take a moment and send my condolences to my family: you know I don't give a rip about hockey, but I'm sorry your team lost. Also, please shave any remnants of rumored playoff beards before we meet again.
(*London never seemed so appealing.)
