I'm having mixed emotions today as I learned that my mother, along with Mrs Marquard and Mrs Loren, attended a luncheon together last week.
Why the nerves?
Well, I reckon it is good for them to socialize and probably support one another. On that level, I think it's very healthy. Who knows, they could become great friends and retire down to Boca Raton together (with my grandmother's addition, think Golden Girls). Perhaps they'll have a "day of beauty" at the spa and speak only of Jesuit things. It's totally possible.
But how creepy would it be if they all started to go to the gym together like their sons do? Or if they started to dress alike? Or if they become really chummy and start insisting we call them each "mom" or something like that?
It seems to have had one salutory effect already - my mother, breaking with tradition, sent NOT ONLY a letter BUT ALSO some type of package...and there are things IN the package! I'm just atremble with nervous anticipation as I await its arrival.
I made a great Shepherd's Pie today while cleaning out the fridge. Who knew all the things that one can dice up and add to browned MOOSE BURGER? Jalepenos, Red and Green Bell Peppers, Carrots, Leeks, Onion, Garlic, Bay Leaves, Celery, and such. It smells delicious and I look forward to eating later today.
Well, that's enough for now. Hagan, my sister, is on retreat. I understand that Hagan understood re-treat as having seconds of dessert. How shocked she must have been when she found out that she had to pray and do other such holy things.
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