Jovedi

That's Thursday, in Italian. Having just come from a grand Italian repast alla bona fide Italian transplants- chowing down on spaghetti vongole... pronounced "vohn goh lay". Much more musical than "clams"

Started my day helping a friend get her home 'ready' to welcome 500 guests on a HOME TOUR for charity. Well, I didn't get it exactly 'ready', as that implies work. I walked through and pointed out all the 'distractions' to her home and decor that needed to go away. Like... multitudes of shampoos in the shower, for instance, dusty candles: the stuff of life, not home tours. In my frenzy of help, I grabbed a vase with beautiful stargazer lilies to change the water. Turning abruptly, I walked the vase right into a column, shattering the glass and water everywhere, including smudging my brandy new white blouse with the orange staining stemon (sp?) I couldn't have been less helpful, and less ready to greet the president of one of my alma matter colleges for lunch! I was a whirlwind of truly dorky energy.  

Sandwiched between the beginning and the end: was my luncheon. I went to an all woman's college: so all the guests were women, except one. I love it. There was one husband. The token man. A man with an adorable wife, who you just KNOW, was a spitfire as a young woman- because that sparkle and spunk is still with her. It is inspiring. I am 60, and I was the 3rd youngest gal there! I have been going to these alumnae gatherings for 40+ years.

I can't wait for Friday's adventure.

smiles,
Judy