1- Last week, in an effort to slow down the pace of frantic afternoons, I instituted Three O’Clock Cocoa. Every day at 3:00pm, everyone stops what he’s doing and comes to the table for a cup of hot cocoa and a bite of something good, like cookies or banana bread. I confess that there were a couple of days this past week that Three O’Clock Cocoa didn’t happen, either because we were out running errands at that time, or because I would have been serving cocoa and cookies right on the tail of a very late lunch 🙂 But at least I’ve committed myself to following through with Three O’Clock Cocoa as best I can. And if I should forget, the kids will be sure to remind me.
2- “I picked up the stack of paint chips. The first chip I looked at was labeled ‘Interactive Cream.’ The color appealed to me, being similar to that of a White Russian, a lovely little drink composed of vodka, Kahlua, and cream. But I had to wonder why the standard designations of light, medium, and dark were inadequate in pinpointing the small variances in the color ‘cream.’ How many shades of cream could there possibly be? And what made this particular shade ‘interactive,’ anyway? Maybe the more Kahlua and vodka you added to your cream, the more interactive you became with your paint. ‘Talking to the walls’ could take on a whole new meaning.” This was part of a speech I delivered at last night’s Toastmasters meeting. And guess what? I won the Best Speaker award! Yay!
3- I had never had pregnancy-related problems until I was expecting my seventh child. During that pregnancy, I gained far too much weight and, as my due date drew near, I began to develop toxemia. All was well once Dominic was born, but boy, was I overweight! So I bought a heavy-duty juicer, went on a raw foods diet, and lost 40 pounds. That was thirteen years ago. Although I’ve since kept the weight off, I’ve lost the habit of healthy eating. Yesterday I resolved to re-acquire that habit, and in these past twenty-four hours, I‘ve done pretty well. In fact, I’m eating a tangerine as I type this, and am paying no heed to the apple muffins at the other end of the table. But the real test will come when I find myself face-to-face with a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup left over from Halloween. I wonder if there’s a patron saint for the weak-willed?