Yesterday was a wonderful, wonderful day. I was up early and hit the sun-kissed county road to pick up my daughter and Miss Joyce Hannah. Joycie Girl had her 6 mos. check-up and needle. She is doing so well! She now weighs 17 lbs. I was sitting out in the waiting room and I heard the needle go in...and she let the rows of magazine flipping patients know too. After visiting Dr. Kiss (yes, that's her real name) we went to Value Village. My big find: An original 1961 edition of Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking! I was so thrilled. I could tell by the way the pages waved and flopped that the book was some one's favorite and was well used. Some lucky family enjoyed these recipes often. The weather was hot and humid and we three gals did not even care. We left the air-conditioning 'off' and giggled as the moist wind twisted and twirled our hair as we drove from plaza to plaza. I must tell you. I was impressed. Joycie Girl is a true shopper. Later that night I received the new book by Julie Powel, Julie & Julia! So now I must cook and read and then go see the new movie. Isn't it amazing how a blog can become a book and then a film. (here is her new blog) We all have hope!
Sidebar: I completely disconnected from technology yesterday. No phone, no cell, no internet, no blog, no email. It was a day long sabbatical. I arrived home at 10pm with my teenage son and his friends announcing in loud unison 'Michael Jackson is dead. Farrah Fawcett is dead. Can you make us a snack?' I just stood there with a jaw-dropped look on my face. Michael gave me and you and the world 'The Soundtrack of Our Lives'. Superstar to Reclusive Billionaire. Adorable to Freakish. (I'm sorry that I must write that, but it's true) Dead at 50 - so young - with $400 million dollars in debt. I am sad. Food will help.