So mother teresa and I were at the bar the other night (no, not Este Noche. We can't go there anymore, she got throwed out one time too many for biting the strippers. They had all started calling her "Jaws," even Bitsy, seen here looking particularly fetching, who never quite got the joke.)
She was going on and on wanting to know how could I continue with such equanimity. "Look, Titty," I said to her I said. What? Oh yes, darling, everyone calls her Titty, I have no idea why. Poor thing has abs bigger than her hooters, but still....
"Look, Titty, I don't have equanimity, I have a short attention span. Bad news just sort of fades into the background and I go back to my fabulous, fabulous life of washing clothes and cooking and refraining from slapping people at work. It's all I can do."
With that in mind, allow me to report:
I made a spectacular version of Elvis Presley's Banana Pudding. I would've taken a picture of it, but I ate it all. I literally licked the spoon.
We went out for a lovely lunch at Bar Tartine for our new friend Dwayne's birthday. After lunch we returned here and while in the yard, Dwayne found the glasses I lost up there more than a year ago, so now he's not only our friend, he's my hero. Yay Dwayne.
Our friend Gaye brought over a delish little picnic of cheeses and olives and almonds and some wonderful crackers called Raincoast Crisps. We recommend them wholeheartedly.
Friends have been universally supportive, offering help and sending us a rum cake, artisinal chocolates and a massage gift certificate. Total Yay.
I am pretty sure I have not slapped anyone at work.
Mostly, I am touched beyond words (and snarkiness) by the comments and support in the post below by you guys and by the posts on your own blogs. How very sweet you all are; I don't think you can know how helpful this is. I am, by nature, not a very huggy person, so I tend to keep people who want to comfort me at a distance because that's what I'm comfortable with. As a result, these online gestures are just what I need.