Eight Things on My Mind

1. I have the book club at my house tonight, where we're discussing "The Goose Girl" by Shannon Hale. What should I have for snacks? Who will clean my house for the guests? If only these were the only pressing questions in my life. But I'm happy to have friends over, and guess who else is coming . . . Mary! She has read this book probably 10 times since Christmas (along with the other books in the series). If anyone has insight or commentary, it's bound to be our little bookworm.

2. Girls Camp is the albatross around my neck lately. I reserved the location in September, but our camp director, called in January, can no longer perform her duties. (I'm not upset at her.) But the long and short of it is that after having a few scheduled-and-canceled meetings, we have nothing planned. And camp is in 13 weeks. There are even more hitches and glitches, but talking about them right now makes me feel hyperventilatey and sad, like Taylor Swift at the VMAs. I know one thing: I don't want to plan it myself, or even delegate it to the board to BE planned. I just wish someone would take over and make it all work out.

"Experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted." It's like the consolation prize for things falling apart. Boooo for things falling apart.

3.  I think Alice in Wonderland looks creepy and scary. It may be really good, but the commercials freak me out. Maybe it's because Cameron whimpers, "Why is that evil queen's face so small and white?" Why, indeed.

4. The Queen of Hearts can make tarts but *I* have made bread twice so far, even without a stand mixer. I need a really great recipe though, because the bread I've made is pretty good but not amazing. If I'm going to injure my triceps kneading three loaves at a time, I'd better have something incredible to show for it. And I don't mean muscles.

5. Three people I know have been in the hospital this week. So the rest of you: stay out. You can't have a heart attack or a stroke or be bitten by a horse, and I'm serious.

6. Tyce is going somewhere today: his band festival (competition) at UNLV. He brought a little mouth whistle to school. I can see no good coming of this combination. It appears I am the only one of the two of us who can predict the future. Perhaps I should get my own Disney show. And Tyce can get "experience."

7. I bought a calendula pot, which I think is a fancy name for marigold. It is pretty and orange-flowered. I put it on our front porch. Bryce took one look and said, "Why did you do that? You don't have a good track record with plants." And I couldn't be offended, because he's absolutely correct. But for today it is quite lovely, and a reminder that Spring is on its way.

8. And I'm on my way to get ready for the day. Ciao for now!