This morning I received a very exciting invitation, and I’m being intentionally vague, but please know that I’m going to have a smile on my face for the next three months and beyond.
I’ll just say this: Santa Claus isn’t the only one coming to town.
This morning after Harper got on the bus I decided to walk circles around the mall. On the way, I stopped at the store for a banana. (Our only banana was unacceptable, as I can’t deal with brown spots. I’m a princess when it comes to bananas.)
Guy Bagging Groceries (GBG): Paper or plastic for that banana?
Me: Neither. I think I’ll just carry it.
Guy Working the Register (GWR): Will you be needing help out to your car with that banana?
Me: It’s a pretty heavy banana, but I think I can manage.
GBG: It’s the peel that weighs so much. That’s how they get you. That’s why it’s 26 cents! It’s bananas!
GWR: I hope the banana is appealing! A-peeling!
GBG: Leave her alone, Phil, I think she needs to split!
People are mostly good.
I spent most of the weekend sleeping, but I also managed to eat waffles with a friend who inspires the heck out of me because she’s a fearless activist, volunteer, and writer. I left that waffle breakfast wanting to carve lino blocks and write stories and fill jars with M&M’s. I love feeling the urge to create and I love people who make something out of nothing, which is completely different than making mountains out of molehills.