Oh, goodness. I begin to doubt whether I will ever get it together. I look around the place and am just so sick of all my stuff and I hate all my clothes, and I have to start over somehow from scratch and get it right this time. Do you all do this too? Everyone tells me this is because it's spring. Also, my hair, urgh. It is gray and curly in the completely unruly way that is not what they mean when describing the tempestuous heroine of a romance novel. It's more in the way of that famous photo of Einstein where he's sticking out his tongue.
It was my birthday a few days ago, and as a nice treat for my gray and wrinkled self, this happened:
Acquaintance, taking my hand: Hello, you're the doctor's wife, aren't you?
Me, very proudly: Yes, I remember you, it's nice to see you again!
Acquaintance: It's nice to see you too. Now, my daughter and I are having a little argument. I told her you were the doctor's wife and she said there's no way that was possible.
Me: Why is that?
Acquaintance: Well, I almost don't want to tell you. It's because you look way too old.
Me, gulping: Huh. Well, actually I'm 47.
Acquaintance, laughs, and pats my hand: I thought so! Well, it looks like I win! Have a good day!
It took me awhile to recover, and all my friends were very uncharacteristically swearing with fury on my behalf when they heard that, because I totally told that story to everyone I know. My friends are so great.
Then later, this:
Different male acquaintance: Hi, happy birthday!
Me: Thanks! (goes into the next room)
Male acquaintance, aside in a low voice to the doc: I don't know if you'd ever be interested in coming over sometime for, you know, a little casual...you're probably thinking I'm crazy, I'm so crazy! Sometimes my friends get together and we go to the basement...
Doc: Um, no thanks.
Male acquaintance: Doesn't everybody do that?
Doc: I don't think they do, nope.
Male acquaintance: Well, don't tell your wife I mentioned it.
Doc, as soon as we get to the car: You'll never believe this...(tells me the whole story)...so I guess I just have one of those physiques. (flexes muscles)
So here's my current passport photo:
I need to eat less cake and more nutrients, so I made a green shake for breakfast--here's the best life hack ever, write this down--the blade attachment on my blender fits perfectly on a Ball canning jar. The threads are the same. I know! So instead of getting out the whole blender thing with the lid and then getting a glass dirty, I can just stuff all my shake ingredients (1/2 banana, 1/4 cup frozen pineapple/mango/other yellow fruit, handful fresh spinach/chard/arugula, fill jar the rest of the way with almond milk) into the jar, screw the blade attachment on, and pop it onto the blender. Whizz until smooth, take the blade off, add a straw and enjoy it straight from the jar like the hippie I am. Now, listen and learn from me: if you're going to do this yourself, stand there and hold onto the jar as it blends, because if you don't, it just might come unscrewed somehow and fall off while the blade is still spinning and fling spinach and banana and pineapple and almond milk all over your entire kitchen, which will ruin your morning but will give your dog an entire day's worth of trying to lick underneath the stove. So just keep a hand on the jar, that's my advice. Also, while we're learning things, don't try to put a zip-top bag full of chicken noodle soup into your purse.
My beautiful daughter was here for the weekend, and she brought me this beautiful orchid. The tiny blossoms are the size of my thumb. Fabric auditions for the next quilt are underway. Spring is definitely when the quilts start to happen. As my lovely mama pointed out the other day, I have a nice little life here.