Hello, dear reader! Happy Monday to you! I wanted to thank you for your comments on the previous post...they meant a lot to me. While I'd never want anyone to feel obligated to respond, I will say it is a certain thrill to hear from you. I love hearing random snippets of your thoughts, not necessarily in response to mine, but just for the sound of your voice and the way it opens a tiny window into some hidden corner of the world.
This weekend was lovely. We spent Saturday morning at the temple doing baptisms for the dead, something which was especially meaningful to Sophie as she has recently taken an interest in family history and has located quite a few names of ancestors for whom to perform this ordinance.
You may have no clue what I'm talking about or you may have heard something strange about Mormons and their fixation with this practice. To me, however, it is one of the most beautifully logical and bonding experiences to perform and therefore offer this ordinance to those who have passed on, never having had an opportunity to receive it for themselves while living upon this earth.
I hosted a brief Instagram symposium over the merits of allowing one's dog access to the bed.
It seems there's very little room for debate on this topic in our house and to be honest, I love it. Winnie sleeps in a kennel but she also finds her way to our bed whenever I'm on it and one of the best extras about this is the way it draws the entire family together, just to spend a few moments with her.
Caroline's tattoos show no signs of abating.
Perhaps most glorious of all--Higgins molted! He now has wings, meaning the molting (growth) stage is complete which comes as a huge relief to me and is cause for great celebration.
Even better, I wasn't home when it happened but received a flurry of texts from Caroline keeping me abreast of the situation, replete with more exclamation marks than I have possibly seen used in my entire life.
On Saturday night, Izzy and I attended the Life is Beautiful festival.
I will admit such excursions don't typically come to mind when I think of the phrase "most desirable ways to spend an evening." In a way, though, I feel badly about that. I've mentioned before how I'm not the "fun" parent in this equation...I mean, I'm no utter drip, but I am less outgoing and more reserved.
Let me be clear on this point, however: we had fun. We had so much fun!! It was a total thrill to hang out with Izzy. I'm telling you: she's some of the best company you could ever imagine keeping.
We saw The Roots perform and it immediately awakened in me the old dream of becoming a rock star. Does that surprise you, dear reader? I know I was going on just a few sentences ago about being a quiet recluse, but that's only because I failed to go with Plan B twenty years ago, which was to become a world famous chanteuse.
No regrets but oh man, I'm telling you: The Roots made it look delightful.
Then we saw Alt-J. Do you know who they are, because I didn't. But when you have the world's hippest daughter, you can just sit back and let her tell you what's cool. And honestly, I had to concur.
After that we saw Lionel Richie. Lionel Richie, dear reader!! It was during his performance Caroline bombarded me with texts regarding Higgins' molt, which shot the entire experience through the stratosphere of awesomeness. Lionel Richie was amazing!! Wow. Lionel!! I still can't believe it.
Outkast put on the last performance of the night and they were apparently the main draw. I'm going to say that confused me a little...but what do I know? Everyone else seemed highly enthusiastic, with special emphasis on the word high.
In between acts we walked around looking at different exhibits and enjoying the coolest art installations. We shared a falafel pita, a beet salad, and a gigantic fizzy lemonade. We ate french fries dusted with delicate shavings of feta cheese which made me wonder, as I often do, why poutine has yet failed to storm the border and establish itself as the most desirable element of Canadian culture this country has ever seen.
Poutine, what are you waiting for? You can't get any more awesome than you already are.
We didn't get home until well past midnight, trying to no avail to find an open McDonald's along the way.
What's the point of living in Las Vegas if you can't get an Oreo McFlurry at 1 o'clock in the morning, dear reader? I thought that was the whole point of this town.
At any rate, Monday is upon us. The girls are off to school and I'm home with Winnie, determined to make some progress on the novel revision this week. The house needs attention and Higgins needs crickets. Sophie will have some exciting volleyball games this week...I wish you could come to a game, dear reader. I wish you could see her play. Izzy will fill the house with beautiful music and Caroline will do the same, undoubtedly covered in tattoos. My husband will be busy and every chance I get to see him, there'll be no mistaking the smile on my face.
As for me, I'll be doing my usual dance, whatever that may entail. But this time look for it to be a little more outgoing, a little less reserved, a little more fun.