Our neighbor has decided to decorate for Halloween.
But instead of channeling Martha Stewart, he purchases frightening things from the party store and then dangles them off of the front stoop.
My Mother is in the process of renovating (right now it’s the carpet upstairs at The House On The Hill) and is purging like mad.
Lesson: Beware of Greeks Bearing Gifts.
Enclosed were: the newspaper from the day I was born, the program from U of M commencement (for the ceremony I did end up attending…I skipped the other one) and a multitude of construction paper collages from 1990 that my Dad described as being “modern-ish.” Personally, I would go with Visionary.
But if there ever was a tip of the iceberg, that would be it.
Someday when I have time and a scanner, I’ll do a gallery show of some of my finest work. Until then, please strive to mentally prepare yourselves.
And appreciate the fact that tonight, she didn’t stop with just that envelope.
I know, I know. What you’re all thinking now is “Wow Kat, I can totally see where your creative point of view came from.”
The neon borders, the scalloped edges, the overall composition…It’s a showcase of the True Talent I’ve been concealing within.
When Billy and I were pups, Mom’s effort to keep us sharp as tacks on vacation (and her attempt at pseudo-homeschooling) involved us engaging in the task of really intensive journaling of each day’s events.
As a result, I can now tell you that according to a receipt we saved, on January 25, 2000 at 6:37 PM EST, we ordered via room service: two iced teas, two crudite plates, a glass of apple juice, one BLT, two roast beef and brie sandwiches on baguette, and a shrimp salad roll to cabin 6171.
I was the original foodie.