Valentine's Day In Midlife, Or, Saturday Morning at 6:15am
It's Valentine's Day tomorrow. I hope each and everyone of you enjoys yourself, in whatever way makes you happiest.
In a moment of madness I signed up for a swap, organized by Amanda of first milk. Her blog is poetic, childlike rather than childish, and full of wonderful photos. She even went to Paris. I blame the madness on Paris.
We were supposed to send 1) A present 2) A small thingie, maybe something sweet 3) An actual Valentine.
The photo above, (which I have already shown to Twitter, so apologies for the reiteration), is the carnage which resulted in my house. Let me say only that fine motor coordination is not my strong point. Crafting, for me, felt like those dreams in which one is trying to fly but cannot quite remember how. With any luck, the poor soul on whom my efforts were inflicted will receive her package today. If not I shall shriek at Fedex and make their sorry lives miserable.
The photos below are of the much more refined package I received this week. From Melissa at The Avid Reader's Musings.
A Valentine (dark chocolate so no qualms in the eating), a book of cartoons (I love cartoons, always have, always will, even when they go by their graphic novel fancy name), and a notebook. I use notebooks. To remind myself of which errands I am on, so that I do not return home, open the back of the car, and realize the dry cleaning is STILL WITH ME.
Look more closely at the Valentine. Isn't that chic? Almost looks like it was cut out of the New Yorker?
To say nothing of the fact that Avid Reader was new to me as a blog and she reviews books. I love books. They are the artistic equivalent of friends. I always have trouble knowing what to read next, and have been soliciting suggestions. Nice timing.
Apparently the best ways to keep your mind healthy as you age are: 1) Learn new things 2) Have friends 3) Eat fish oil and dark chocolate. This week was a good one for old brains. The discovery that one cannot attach tissue paper to anything when one has glue on one's fingers counts as learning. I thank you all so much for the chance to make friends here. The chocolate's on the counter and the fish oil's in the icebox.*
Have a wonderful weekend everyone.**
*My mother's way of saying refrigerator. A nod to Maureen at IslandRoar. You know, the friends thing.
**If you feel like looking at gorgeous pinkness, take a look at Summer is a Verb. This week she's posting on Valentine's shopping and how she met her husband. Good for daydreaming.
***Update: here is the link from lauren at kidchamp.net, showing the fruits of my labors.
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