As you can see from the prior post, I’m (very happily) back in the blogging business, after having endured Medical Wednesday and Thursday at the hospital. Putting my mother through a difficult test was tough, but had a happy ending: We had indications that she might have had a recurrence of something no one wants to recur, but, so far, this appears to have been a false alarm.
“Relief” is too weak a word.
CultureSpouse and I immediately celebrated by consuming a tasty, frothy, easily digested Broadway bonbon—one of the last preview performances of Noël Coward‘s “Blithe Spirit,” featuring that formidable force of nature, Angela Lansbury, doing “dotty” as only she can (and done up, for good measure, in a semblance of her “Sweeney Todd” hairdo). With one exception (we’ll see if the critics agree), the pitch-perfect actors have fused into a bang-up comedic ensemble.
Today I celebrated with CultureDaughter (home on spring break), by dragging her to pass judgment on the mother-of-the-groom dress that I’ve chosen (not the very expensive one that I previously showed you—scroll down). My arbiter of fashion and her boyfriend (in a sling after Joyce led him down a treacherous ski jump) gave it three thumbs up.
That’s probably more about me and my family than you wanted to know. (And I’ll bet you just can’t wait for the end-of-summer wedding photos!)