Friday Happiness

Today, I am happy about a few things that have turned out to be as good as I had hoped:

::my week with my girls, with nothing to do.

::Jen's show up on the walls of eyebuzz.

::the latest Woody Allen, which we finally saw via Netflix, as we do everything, because going out to a movie is about as viable for us as going to the moon.

::Magnolia Bakery, origin of the cookbook from which I have been drawing for two years now. Not to mention that fantasy I have about buying her house. I need to elaborate here a bit about the genius of having a sink with soap and paper towels in the lovely eating area of an establishment that is a natural kid magnet. Thank.you.Magnolia.

::Growing up, and growing older. I thought that perhaps the scuttlebutt was true, and we would reach and pass our prime. But the secret seems to be that it only gets better. We are still as fresh and curious and eager, but now we have this extra dimension to us, and to it all.
Am I wrong about this? Am I delusional? Maybe, but I've been seeing my self for the middle-aged woman that I am, and loving it. So, leave me to my folly.

::Spring; and the life-changing and -affirming ability to leave the house without bracing oneself for chilly pain, or spending an disproportionate amount of time buttoning and zipping and wrapping up.

::Homemade pizza, of which I never tire.

::Going to bed in our little house every night.

::Every morning's first cup of tea.

Enjoy the weekend. Thanks for reading.
tt