Jacob and his mom
Totally
out of my routine today—no church, no work, no cooking. Usually, the weekend
finds me deep in a new recipe to try for an unsuspecting guest. Not so today,
and, truly, it was nice to take a break.
After
a leisurely cup of tea and a scroll through emails, my daughters both came out
with coffee cups. We visited for a while, they picked out “go to brunch” clothes
for me (sure way to forestall wardrobe criticisms), and we finished planting
herbs in the raised garden—mostlyGardening with Megan
I shook them out of their little containers,
and Megan dug the holes for them But it looked pretty good when we were
through. Jordan supervised. She will get the chore of keeping them watered.
Poor
Meg. When she’s here, she’s kind of torn between being in the house with her
sister or in the cottage with me, but she does an admirable job of balancing,
so I had her company for much of the morning. But by noon we were dressed and
ready to go to brunch. Jacob even went with us, which was a treat. We went to
Pacific Table, sat in that way-back, hidden table they have.
Christian,
who is careful about what he eats, finally confessed that he had tried an
artichoke and liked it, after years of scorning them. So nothing would do but we had the charred
artichokes! So good but so greasy and messy to eat. At one point, Christian
seemed puzzled about what to do about the heart, so Jordan reached over to cut
it for him. I couldn’t resist taking a picture. I’m in a rut at Pacific Table
and had the Caesar again, though this time with scallops instead of oysters.
Megan and Jordan had sea bass, and Jacob had sushi and French fries—an odd combination
to me. Christian stuck to his hamburger.Christian's artichoke
After
brunch/lunch we split—the girls to Trader Joe’s and who know where else, Jacob
and Christian to shop for jeans for Jacob, and me to spend some computer time
and then nap.
But
today was a big deal (shh! Don’t say I put it that way) in the Burton family.
Jacob had been invited to a Canwick dance by a girl he went through grade
school with—Canwick is a girls’ dance/social club. I don’t remember as much
about it as I do Cotillion, which I think my kids attended. Anyway, since this
was a girl-invite-boy affair I asked if it was Daisy Mae and Jacob said
blankly, “I don’t know what that is.” Of course, I got Lil Abner mixed up—I meant
a Sadie Hawkins dance. Jacob still wouldn’t have known. Anyway, it was apparently
as big a deal in other households as well because an army of boys and girls
gathered on the lawn of Colonial Country Club for a photo shoot. Of course, Jordan,
Christian, and Megan had to be there to watch and take photos. Then the kids
were off to dinner and the dance.Jacob and his buddies
ready to dance
my, how times have changed
The
weary adults in my family went to get take-out at Joe T.’s and brought it home.
By the time they got here—after 7:00 p.m.—everyone was tired. We sort of sat around
looking at each other, until I was reminded of that old joke, “Must be twenty
minutes after.” (Did I just give my age away?)
Now it’s
nine, and they’ve all gone to bed, except Jordan who will sit up and wait for
Jacob to come home. The first, I’m sure, of many such nights. I remember them
well. I laughed to myself because tonight it seemed such a big deal that the
boy-child had a date with a girl, but in
a year it will be routine. And gradually he’ll be out later, and eventually
Jordan will stop waiting up, though if she’s like me, she'll never sleep soundly
until he comes in.
And so
another week begins, for me a busy one with something planned every evening.
All good stuff. And work to do during the day. Life is good. I hope for you
too.
No comments:
Post a Comment