Revelry Reverie

Same, tbh

Today is my mom’s 75th. So Eleanor and I tagged along with her and dad and took her to lunch at Olive Garden and shopping at Anthropologie and Williams-Sonoma, with a brief amuse-bouche at Barnes and Noble.

Appropriate to see this on May the Fourth.

One of my belated presents was this sweet bee necklace that Bob got me:

He just pushed me off the ledge he’s standing on, and as a professional Pusher of Things, it filled him with glee.

Smiley guy.

I found this page in Eleanor’s April writing journal. Sounds like a pretty serious addiction. Favorite parts: The books are at a disco One might be a dog-book She thought seriously about writing “can’t” in all caps – this is a depth of feeling She knows “enough” has letters in it that don’t make sense.

13 years ago this month, I joined the National Marrow Donor Program – the Be the Match registry. I can’t give blood, so I decided to join the marrow registry (I can give marrow, which seems to make no sense, but I’m not a doctor). I have never been matched to someone in need, but I figure…

Yesterday was my birthday, and it was really a very good day. On Friday, one of my sisters was in town, and the other one was here a few weeks before that. I spent most of Friday with my sister Kirsten and my parents and my kids. It was the first time Kirsten met the…