Last night Dear Husband and I went to see a community performance of Fiddler on the Roof. We had an early dinner and then drove west through the farmland to the town of Sandwich, Illinois.
One of my friends from exercise is a member of the troupe that puts on at least one musical each year. This year she was cast as Gramma Tzeidel, and nearly brought the house down.
Most of our friends went to opening night, or the performance last Sunday. I wanted to be able to go with my husband, and we had commitments last weekend, so we got tickets for the final performance.
Daily Archives: May 8, 2005
Mother’s Day, 2005
Happy Mother’s Day to all the Moms I know. And, Happy Mothers Day, to those of you who don’t have your own children, who have lovingly cared for stepchildren, nieces, nephews, godchildren, or even kids who are not related to you. To me, it’s not simply the ability to give birth that we celebrate, but the care and love that help a child to become a strong, healthy adult.
I hope that your loved ones take the opportunity to tell you how much you mean to them. Don’t assume that your mother knows you love her. SAY IT!!
Hands and Knees
I suppose that telling you I was on my hands and knees for more than five hours yesterday may create an unfortunate image in your mind, but it brought me a lot of satisfaction. It was a glorious day, and I spent that time weeding!
In just two weeks our Red Hat Society ladies will be coming for a brunch. I’ve started making lists mentally of what has to be done before they troop up the sidewalk. Of course, part of that has to be the preparation of the gardens.