Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. It was, in fact, pretty dang good. I’m tempted to say, “fabulous” but I’m not all that comfortable saying “fabulous.” It’s not a bad word, and I like hearing people use it, but when I say it I feel a bit silly, as if I am somehow being someone I am not. We’re all different that way. How, given where and how and with whom we grew up, we speak. Add personality and verbal skills and sensibility all that, and you’ve got your voice, and when you use words that aren’t your kind of words, well, it just doesn’t work so well. After a while you’ll get tired, and then you’ll wear down and forget what you’re about. And you don’t want to do that. Aren’t many people in the world who can remind you of who you are.
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. Was trying out a new recipe for lemon biscotti which I must say turned out quite well and that’s what I told Mr. S, who called from Vancouver where he’s giving a talk called “Being Who You Are in Life and Love.” Before he got on the plane, he’d asked what I thought about it all, which he often does as he prepares a talk, and which makes me feel pretty good. It’s nice to be asked your opinion. What I told him pretty much jives with what he thinks, and that’s not a surprise because Mr. S and I tend to match.
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. I spent the evening in the kitchen making rhubarb cake from the rhubarb out in my yard which, for the first time this year, is really comin’ up good and strong. Kids are around now, so there’s cooking to be done. I’ve been doing laundry for a week now, it seems, and that’s not a complaint. Just kind of astonishing and somewhat sweet that two young people could generate that amount of clothes in dire need of a good soaking. And since they’re out getting their summer jobs in order, I don’t mind helping ‘em out a bit.
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. Took a short walk before the show and a longer one after. So lovely out there with the trees all in bud and the grasses tall in the meadows and the early blooming flowers all rippling and waving in a breeze I’d call a whistle short of a strong wind. I’ve been out walking nearly every day now since the polar temps lifted and the walks get a bit longer each time I go.