I am in an odd place in my head today...subdued, pensive.
(This could mean any number of ominous things. Should we take antibiotics now, or later?)
I'm not going to BITE anyone silly.
(Just checking....)
The good news is that while eating breakfast (cottage cheese, applesauce and a small spoon of peanut butter) I looked out the kitchen window and noticed that there was an apple on our apple tree. It's a loner. It's the size of a golf ball and is perched on the very tip of one branch. It's Hub Man's pet tree and I called him at work to tell him the news. His response was, "Shall we make pie or cobbler with it when it's ripe?" He's such a wise _ _ _.
The other good news is that I picked about 2 quarts of blackberries in the back yard this morning and we really WILL have cobbler. They are juicy, shiney, large, bulbous wonders that smell of wine when you stick your nose in the bowl. My mouth is watering just writing about it. We thwarted the birds with the netting. So there!
In other realms of existence, I am gathering up my courage to go over to an employment agency near here and see if they have a job for someone like me.
Should I take Ms. Manic along for the interview?
What I want is a job that pays, oh, say 30 dollars an hour, writing weblog reviews. I could knock out 4 good ones in a day. Take an hour lunch. Work on my novel in the late afternoons, and go home by walking into the next room. That's my dream job. What do you think?
(You are in need of medication.)
Oh, that's SO helpful!
I realize I haven't said much about the wedding. It went very smoothly. The trip up was long, but pleasant all in all, and the bride's family were welcoming. My son seemed so grown up. The bride was stunning and the party was fun. There was a live band that played everything from Frank Sinatra to Elton John. The vocalist was exceptionally good. The happy couple are now in Jamaica, where I hope they are not getting sunburned. I only cried once, and that was when the bride was walking down the aisle. She was weepy, and I decided to join her. I don't have pictures yet, as I took my mom's camera and left them with the film. So eventually we might have a picture or two to share.
Well, the blackberries are calling me from the kitchen counter. They can't wait to get into the oven and under some sweet biscuit topping. The Oracle predicts that I will have a purple tongue before nightfall. And the Oracle is always right!