A sweet day at church. Quiet and filling. The Gospel reading today was about the Prodigal Son, and whenever I hear that story my eyes prick. Someday. Lord willing.
Looking forward to Tuesday when my favorite person on the planet, save for the humans I live with, comes in town. Remember my neighbor who passed away from ALS so many years back? Some of you will. This is her sister who moved here temporarily from California to care for her. That. Is. Love. She became so dear to me through all of that experience. Wouldn't trade it for anything. (By the way, Tina, the girls are making chocolate chip cookies!)
Looking forward to Tuesday when my favorite person on the planet, save for the humans I live with, comes in town. Remember my neighbor who passed away from ALS so many years back? Some of you will. This is her sister who moved here temporarily from California to care for her. That. Is. Love. She became so dear to me through all of that experience. Wouldn't trade it for anything. (By the way, Tina, the girls are making chocolate chip cookies!)
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Focus.
Wedding of son is coming up swiftly before our eyes. September fourth. He was over the other afternoon, telling youngest son about the tuxes they'll be fitted for this Saturday. Vera Wang. Gulp. That's all I'll say. Sparing no expense. Being that we live very modestly, this ought to be interesting. Our groom son said he wanted to buy me a dress, and had one picked to show me from Macy's on his phone. I appreciated the effort, but told him no. Said his dad had just taken me shopping, which was true, and I couldn't have him spending money on me, especially knowing he'd charge it. No. He was sweet about it, and honestly, I think he was relieved when it sank in. He said he just wanted to make sure I was taking care of. And considering the last year with him, how he and I butted heads, this was so sweet of him to offer. I texted him later on, making sure he was okay about my refusal. He was. Impulsive is his middle name, and always very generous. Takes after his dad that way. Like his dad in lots of ways.
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Am back to my night-time reading of Faulkner. I'd read one of his books of short stories awhile back, and found a thicker one at the library. This one is Collected Stories of William Faulkner. Barn Burning (the first one in the book is what got me hooked on him) is amazing. Shocking. And The Tall Men is maybe a new favorite short story. Had to put away Absalom, Absalom! because the evil of some of his men is so....heartless. Sometimes I can't bear it. Glad he wrote enough I can sift through some and not read all, then not feel cheated. And, while Mary Kathryn laughed about my book review regarding Billy Coffey's book the other day and the creepy parts bothering me, it is odd I can read Faulkner, who does have his moments. The difference is Coffey did have a demon in his book while Faulkner's men aren't demonic, just downright rotten. There is a difference, least to me.
Now, best go. Time to call it a day. The girls and I are going to a new (for us) thrift store tomorrow. Looking to find odds and ends for the girls to pull together for their wedding clothes. They're not in the wedding, but are thinking about what will make them feel pretty. The least one is beside herself at the promise of something new to wear. Brings me joy to see her happy.
(listening on Spotify to Shawn McDonald's Through It All)
Now, best go. Time to call it a day. The girls and I are going to a new (for us) thrift store tomorrow. Looking to find odds and ends for the girls to pull together for their wedding clothes. They're not in the wedding, but are thinking about what will make them feel pretty. The least one is beside herself at the promise of something new to wear. Brings me joy to see her happy.
(listening on Spotify to Shawn McDonald's Through It All)
