My aunt is in the hospital again, and the doctors don’t think she’ll be going home this time. I’m We’re planning to leave tomorrow morning later this week to drive up there.
Please pray for comfort for Aunt Judy and for safety for me and the rest of the family as we travel this week.
I just learned that today is the International Day of Awesomeness. I haven’t performed any “feats of awesomeness” yet — unless you count cleaning the microwave and forgetting Pete’s 4-month checkup as “awesome.”
I haven’t decided yet whether I’m going to actively pursue the awesome. Is awesomeness on your agenda today?
While we’re on the subject of “awesome,” here’s our menu for the week. (That was a terrible segue. My apologies.)
Monday: Dinner with friends
Tuesday: Apricot-glazed chicken
Wednesday: Breakfast for dinner
Thursday: Spicy chicken with snow peas
Friday: Pizza
We stopped at a Baskin-Robbins/Dunkin’ Donuts hybrid store for a little treat this evening. While I mulled my ice cream choice, Rockford went over to the cash register — which was right in front of the giant wall o’ donuts — to pay. As I walked over to join him, he was starting to point at the wall in an “I’ll take 3 of those and 7 of those and 3 of those” sort of fashion.
I shot him a look.
“Aw, alright,” he said, crestfallen. “They’re just so awesome.”
“What’s awesome?”
“Nichole!” he exclaimed with a little Charlie Brown-style jump. “They’re Bavarian cream-filled donut holes!”
The woman behind the counter turned around and grabbed two donut holes. Rockford beamed as she handed them across to him.
“Really?” he said. “That’s so nice!”
She laughed.
“I’ve just never seen anybody get so excited about donut holes,” she said.
Rockford popped in a donut, and she asked him how he liked it.
“That’s great!” he exclaimed. And his new best friend turned around and filled a bag with the wee confections.
He practically skipped out of the store.