On New Year’s Eve, when I was wearing Elen’s silver blouse, one of our very elderly parishioners was behind me in the Communion line, and he whispered, “How can you look *so fetching* when you’re taking care of all those children?”
Wine and cheese and pretzels (and enchiladas and That Casserole With the Beans) make me feel good for a while, but looking great makes me feel even better, with no regrets. (Also cheaper ;-).
I have a new batch of pictures, including of the Slender and Elusive Bill and His Spectacular Hair. I’ll put some in the mail tomorrow.
I have lots of frames that magically turned up after I moved in here, so I will be looking forward to filling them with photos of the chillrun. If you send me the link to your photobucker account, I’ll print up a pic of Anoreth and Piper to complete the “collection.”
When I get depressed or nervous/jittery/antsy, I eat. I suspect it has a lot to do with my Smoking Days, and the “hand-to-mouth” action of smoking a cigarette. Silly stuff, but there it is.