Happy Friday! Do you have big plans for the weekend? We are eating with friends tonight. My sweet husband made chocolate bread pudding to bring for dessert.
Also on the calendar: we are taking the kids to an indoor water park tomorrow (honestly – not too excited about this. Getting into a bathing suit in January? Yuck.) We also have some kids basketball games, and lots of time for hanging out. I’m pretty excited for the extra-long weekend.
How about you? Are you prepping for snow this weekend? Traveling? Or just taking it easy?
Here’s what we are reading this week:
Margaret: The Dory Fantasmagory series. Again.
Gus – Loved Stephan Pastis’s comic: When Crocs Fly
Jack – Working through a stack of middle grade books like The Homework Machine by Dan Gutman
Me: Embarrassingly, I spent my week re-living high school. I read Jenny Han’s P.S. I Still Love You and Always and Forever, Lara Jean. Yes, I am too old to be reading teen romance – but they are just so good!
Here are a few things I wanted to share:
Just got this cookbook from the library and I am excited to try it. I’ve heard it has a lot of fast and easy recipes – and I’m eager to see if I can cut down on all the processed food I buy for my family.
Got the winter blues? I always feel a little down this time of year, but this was a good reminder that the days are getting longer.
Could this really be a new TV show? Steve Carell and the producer of the The Office are teaming up again to make a Netflix series called Space Force? And it’s about President Trump’s proposed new branch of the military? It sounds like fake news – but I hope it’s true!
My favorite podcast this week? Death, Sex and Money’s show on Ellen Burstyn. She is so open and vulnerable – and it just stopped me in my tracks when she read Mary Oliver’s poem “When Death Comes.”
In memory of Mary Oliver (who died Thursday):
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,
and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,
and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.
When it’s over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.
Photo: Ellen Burstyn (Stephen Lovekin / Getty)