meg and i survived her surgery yesterday, and libby, as of 9:45 this morning, will have survived her first half of high school.
i hope we all survive my mother's visit. in the first twenty minutes of her visit, she had me throw away at least three things that have been languishing in that limbo reserved for objects bordering the edge of their official usefulness, but not quite past the point of no return.
she promises to tackle my writing room today - the room that absorbed the stuff from my bedroom and now still holds the overflow. because im resisting the temptation to put it all back, the stuff remains piled up and quite frankly im at a loss as to what to do with it. i have no doubt that my mother will know what to do with it.
she noticed the bunch of overripe bananas, and suggested that tomorrow "we" could make banana bread. or, she suggested brightly, how about banana cream pie?
when i reminded her neither her nor i have ever made such, she just laughed.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.