A Young Wife’s Tale

After David’s training class ended in Virginia, we met up with David’s father, who was also traveling for business, in Maryland. The Mariott Residence Inn was fabulous. It was the nicest extended stay hotel I’ve ever seen. I’d like to live there, but it would be a horrible commute for David.

Isn’t the look on Henry’s face hilarious?

I have killed more plants than I care to remember. So when I won this bonsai tree from My Blessed Life, I told David now was his chance. His chance to be a farmer. If he could keep the bonsai alive, maybe he could grow some basil for me. From there, who knows? Farming fruit trees or raised vegetable beds? Maybe a real farm when we retire?

There was a woman in my humanities class in college who showed me some of her beautiful artwork. One of her paintings in particular made me think of my parents. It was a gorgeous painting of an old, Spanish mission. I would have bought it from her, but she’d already promised it to someone else. So, I had the brilliant idea to commission another painting for my father.

*Recently I was working at my part time job at the law firm. I was at the front desk and a solicitor came in and gave me his business card. He started giving me the whole sales pitch. He was talking quickly, people were walking by and the phones were ringing. I managed to catch a few words here and there, including “server” and “process”.

Being the geek that I am, I told him, “Ok, thanks, I’ll give Stephanie your business card.” Stephanie handles a lot of our computer issues. Since I’d heard those two key words, naturally I thought he was a computer guy. Nope. He was a “process server”. The guys that hands folks papers and says, “You’ve been served.”

Lesson Learned: I work for a law firm, I have no legal experience, and I need to watch more Law & Order.

I love my family. I enjoy spending time with them. But as Monk would say, here’s the thing. My parents and brothers make me feel lazy.

My father has worked two full time jobs since before I was born. Growing up my brothers would always list two things they wanted to be when folks would ask, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” They just thought it was normal for all men to have two careers.
My mother is Martha Stewart only nicer. Mom makes the most beautiful bows for packages. At Christmas, she makes Martha Washington Candy, homemade rolls that are to die for, and 20 dozen sugar cookies plus homemade frosting in four different colors. The last two years she also made this incredible crock pot candy. It’s four kinds of chocolate and cashews. Last year I made carmel corn. It was supposed to be for our neighbors, but I ate it all myself.