Song of the day: Beautiful Things- Leslie Bricusse

"The world is full of beautiful things
Butterfly wings, fairy tale kings"- Leslie Bricusse

Friday..."The Boy" got an A+ on his project...He should have. I or, ahem, he sure worked long and hard enough on it. It is part one of a five-part installment; the final part being due in May for a term grade. The teacher's comments gushed on and on about the neatness of it...etc; He, again, was not fazed one way or the other. I, was well pleased. It really was that good! "The Boy" also had other school work for me to sign that needs to be looked at. Some of it not so good, was hurriedly shoved in front of me, as he offered me a complimentary pen for my immediate signature. Not so quick buddy! This will require a bit of further investigation on my part.

"And each new day undoubtedly brings
Still more beautiful things"

Work still is being done at my brother's new house, and so my husband "house sat" again. Things are really coming together there. Friday, at work? Uneventful. However, I received a HUGE summary of benefits book. It was just unceremoniously plopped down on my desk by one of the supervisors as I was working. The noise it made as it hit the desk startled me! When I came home with it, my husband looked at me and said, "I know that you're going to sit down and read the whole thing." This was no joke. He knows that I am an avid reader, and certainly will do so. Just a quirk of mine. I have also been known to sit down and read the dictionary. Sad, but this too... is also no joke.

Saturday...I cleaned the house up from top to bottom. When I was almost finished, my husband went out for a while. My sister called me laughing and said, "I just heard from your husband!" From what I understand, he called her at home from his cellphone, and told her that I was "on a cleanup mission" and that he was scared. He told her, "She's locking the doors and everything!" My sister then told him that if he were hungry, he'd better bring something home; and whatever he decided, it would be best if he not do any cooking in my now spotlessly clean kitchen. He came home with a box of chicken; which he and "The Boy" carefully ate, while looking out of the sides of their eyes at me. They picked up each crumb as it dropped, and then cleaned up after themselves. I felt kind of bad, and felt a few pangs of guilt... but guess what folks? After all was said and done, I still had a clean kitchen! The rest of the evening went well, as everyone relaxed in freshly cleaned, Pine-Sol scented surroundings. Later...Mom called and asked if we wanted to have dinner at her house on Sunday. We respectfully declined. After cleaning up my own mess at home, I was not ready to face another after dinner cleanup disaster. We took a "rain check", and I hoped that I didn't hurt her feelings. We'll make it up to her soon.

"The world abounds with many delights
Magical sights, fanciful flights"

Sunday... The guys went out to Sunday services, while I remained home, read the newspaper, drank black coffee, and did a few other things. Later, they returned with a couple of movies and settled in for the evening, while I cooked a pork roast and an apple pie. I also had a few marketing articles due for publication, and so I churned them out after suffering a minor "writer's block" setback. I also have two more other projects due before Wednesday, but feel lacking in motivation and inspiration, and so will take another stab at them on Monday. People tend to like what I do, and so I try to offer my best work. This is what makes it difficult.

"Our lives tick by like pendulum swings
Delicate things, butterfly wings"

On this beautiful Sunday night, I have decided to stay up and watch marathon episodes of the "House" series. I have tried not to, but I absolutely love this show and the crotchety Hugh Laurie character. This is the way that I will drift off to sleep. Not even going to bother putting the electronic sleep timer on...I already have a living one. No worries. During the night, my husband will turn over occasionally and ask me, "You still looking at this?" When I wake up in the morning, and the television is off, this will mean that he got his answer.

Happy Sunday and sweet dreams everyone!

"Beautiful nights of moon-kissed hours
Beautiful dreams like these..."