Happy Monday, and congrats on the big win today! Sorry, but I'll have to be cheering for the Gs since J's sister, D, was their biggest fan. Not that I was on their side today, mind you.
Power is back on here and so far, so good. We've had no flooding, so hopefully the worst of it is over. I have a busy week ahead with appointments in the afternoons. K and I signed up for a yoga class two nights a week, and that starts Tuesday. Friday, C arrives for the weekend then heads down to Corvallis to work for a couple of weeks before coming back up here for JJ's birthday. She's leaving her dog with us; that was my idea because, evidently, I am out of my right mind.
I had a pretty good weekend and now am ready for a "normal" week with everyone back in school and life restored as we know it.
Love you,
A
Twenty years, two marriages, two childbirths, three children, three thousand miles... One solid friendship
First Words
Barb: What color is that nail polish?
Amanda: Pinkish.
Barb: Revlon?
Amanda: Yeah, I think so.
Barb: I love that color.
The rest is history.
Amanda: Pinkish.
Barb: Revlon?
Amanda: Yeah, I think so.
Barb: I love that color.
The rest is history.
About Barb and Amanda
Barb and Amanda met in graduate school in Boston. Masters in tow, Amanda moved back to the Pacific Northwest, where she subsequently married, then remarried, and is now the mother of three. Barb stayed on the east coast (a few more of those years in Boston), never married, used to visit Amanda often, and is teetering dangerously close to to becoming the kind of teacher she and Amanda said they would never become. Faithful correspondents since they parted ways, only the medium has changed. Back in the day, they actually passed a journal back and forth via snail mail. (Honestly. They are stored in Barb's parents' attic.) This is their first attempt at blogging.
Things That Make Amanda Smile
The Firepit
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