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Before my head ever left the pillow, there was a lab nose in my face and a twelve-year old in my ear.
“Are you hungry?”
No. I am in bed.
“Should we go out to breakfast?”
Maybe. When I am out of the bed.
Cleo stared at me, her fixed brown-eye seal stare, feed me.
Know what I’ve learned from one kid, three dogs, restaurant kitchens and a work-at-home guy? There is no me in meal.
I didn’t feel like cooking, and didn’t want to wait in line at Milton’s. “I’ve already read the paper,” said Josie. “I don’t want to wait in line at Milton’s.”
Ha! Now, not even my thoughts are not my own. Spoiled I said, smoothing her ponytail, doesn’t want to waaait – but the echo gave me a private little smile that pulled me up and out to the day. It was sunny but not sweaty – a good omen – so we walked to a compromise two blocks down. If you get to WheatFields early enough, the line’s not too bad, the bread is to die for and the croissants shatter in a warm, buttery heap.
This week brought some lovely gifts.
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A pick-me-up pillow arrived by mail from the wonderful, handyman-challenged Jean. Is there a better kind of pal than one who sends you something for no reason? What do you think, Moose Country meets The Who? Britannia meets Martha? Maybe Ralph Lauren invades Liverpool – whatever it is, it’s awesome.
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Produce from my friend Pam at summer’s end. Cucumber salad, anyone?
In other news this week, I was lucky to receive a few too-kind awards: one from baker-to-be Susan at Slice of Sueshe, one from the endlessly creative Theresa of T Does Wool, and an E for Excellence from Beach House’s inimitable Modernemama. Thank you! You’re supposed to pass these things on – and as soon as I’m not paralyzed by indecision, I will.
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The week saw a successful start to junior high – new haircut, new alarm clock, and a locker that finally opened. We also had cooler temperatures, Free State’s heirloom tomatoes, a good laugh at the unbelievably poor-taste and totally hysterical Tropic Thunder, kind words from friends near and far and tonight, barbecue at Arthur Bryant’s. Not too shabby. All that…
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…and a sunny breakfast with the papers.
How was your weekend?
