I didn’t mean to alarm anyone. I received a couple of e-mails checking on my whereabouts and if I was face-down on the carpet. Typically I write a post at night, and set it to publish at midnight for the next day. On Wednesday night I sat down to watch “Crazy Heart”. I had put it on hold at the library MONTHS ago, and was something like 147 on the waiting list. Well. My number finally came up and I figured I had better watch it, now or never.
After it was mercifully over, I was emotionally spent. The truth is, I didn’t much care for it. I thought Jeff Bridges did a fabulous job, but I thought it was painfully slow, and, well, DEPRESSING. Which surprises even me, because I’m usually a sucker for a down-on-his-luck country-western-singer meets-girl and changes his ways kind of story. Confession: I LOVED the one that George Strait made a hundred years ago. But then, there were no graphic vomit scenarios.
Maybe that was my issue. I’ve had enough graphic vomit scenarios as a mother to last me a lifetime.
Anyhoo. My mind was mashed potatoes after that little romantic comedy. Or whatever.
Thursday was Fiddledaddy’s birthday, and we celebrated by going to Epcot to see the Christmas lights. We had a terrific time and ate at our favorite Moroccan Restaurant (using our earned Disney Dollars from Visa).
There were no incidents, I felt I should report that. I know. No one is more surprised than me. Even with a wheelchair involved, and my children at the steering wheel, at no time was I sprawled out on the pavement by a popular attraction.
So, that’s what I’ve been up to. I’m looking forward to a beautiful day at the park, with some of my favorite homeschooling compadres. And there may be Christmas Cookies involved. Oh, and Fiddledaddy has the Prius today, leaving me with the new van, (INSERT MANIACAL LAUGHTER)!!!
Have a wonderful weekend, everyone!