I realize that my Sunday Salons are becoming a bit of a bitch fest for me, and I don't want to ever drag you down with me. So I am making a concentrated effort to stay positive from here on out.
But before I do that, I will just say, in general terms, that this week was as bad as I've had for awhile. Maybe even the worst in years. Nobody died though, I'm not getting a divorce, and my husband still has his job. Nothing quite to that extreme. But several things happened that I'm having a tough time recovering from. But I will. Just have to work through it. And that is all I'm going to say about that.
So. Now that volleyball is over, the kids and I had ample time to spend at Andre's. Working out is the answer to many problems, mental and physical. I feel like I can conquer anything after I've done my time at his gym, and my kids feel the same way. Nothing but positive mojo.
The 8th grade festivities have begun. My daughter's class had their all-day retreat on Thursday, followed by Mass and a dinner. One of the 8th grade parents is the Executive Chef at Red Lobster, so needless to say, we ate well. We got a sneak peek at the video which the kids have been working on all year. I shed a tear. I can't believe that 11 years ago, I walked my little girl into that school for the first time. She is growing up, and I am proud. High school scares the living hell out of me, but that is a worry for another day!
Because of my state of mind this week, it was a little bit of a slippery slope on the reading front. I did finish Lauren Oliver's "Pandemonium", and it did not rock my world the way "Delirium" did. It picked up its pace for the last hundred pages, but there for awhile, I wasn't sure I would finish. Now I am lazily making my way through Vivian Swift's "When Wanderers Cease To Roam", a blend of a journal and a sketch book. It is lovely. Just what I needed.
In audio, I finished the most amazing "Heft". My review will come in a few weeks, but I'll just tell you now to read it. Better yet, listen to it. The narration is sublime. Then I had a quick listen to "Love Among the Chickens" by P.G. Wodehouse. In any other mood, I would have laughed the whole way through it. But as it was, I found the humor silly. I probably shouldn't have even tried to cheer myself up, but go straight for horror! Ha! Now I am venturing into "The Scorpio Races" and I'm liking what I am hearing. Fabulous narration so far.
I want to take just a second to let you know that a book I reviewed a week ago, "The Rock Hole" by Reavis Wortham, was recently nominated as one of three finalists for The Benjamin Franklin Award, a national juried awards program that recognizes excellence in independent publishing. I'm so proud. I'm crossing my fingers for a win!
My husband is out of town, so no big Mother's Day festivities today. Just church, horse, animal shelter...my normal Sunday routine. I may be able to talk my kids into carryout so I don't have to cook perhaps! I want to wish everyone a Happy Mother's Day, and hope it is restful and joyful!