Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Nana ain't no drag -- she's gotta brand new bag!

Lucky me! Swishy dinner reservations were cancelled in favour of a very un-swishy but utterly perfect dinner en famille! Only two of our four were in town, but complemented by the two guy partners, lovely men both of them, and of course by Nola. Pater picked up groceries to make a simple pasta, my daughter picked up Cupcakes, so when I arrived home from drinks (I do love a Negroni!) with my sister at the Hotel Vancouver (thanks, Rachel!), the birthday evening I'd hoped for was already underway.

Sadly, I had to leave this beautiful flower arrangement behind as it would have been hard to manage on the boat and, especially, the bike! But it was so prettily put together by Megan that I thought I could at least enjoy the photos.

My other gifts were all promises, and what promises they were -- I have an upcoming appointment for lunch and a pedicure with Bronwen and Pater is going to take me jewelry shopping (he knows I want a pair of gold hoops but thinks I might like a say in choosing them and he's right!). By the end of the evening, I knew quite well, though, that I would have been happy without any other gift but the meal together -- everyone there had already put in a busy day at work but made time for my birthday celebration.

Predictably, the highlight of the evening for all of us was watching Nola. Do you know that some toddlers love olives? Nola can't get enough of their wrinkly black salty goodness and she can now ask for them by name -- Owwev.
And you probably know that a smart Nana can improvise toys out of newly-purchased bags, right? This one closes by virtue of magnetic inserts in the opposing sides, so there was some puzzle fun, and the little booklet that came with provided not only reading pleasure but also an object to be inserted in a variety of ways into the inner pockets. . . The bag was the only shopping goal I had for Seattle -- meant to provide the pop of colour I thought I'd like with my Smythe blazer. The flash washes out some of the colour, but you get the idea.Nola's not so concerned about its compatibility with my jacket, but she does think it's important to check out access
Her mother was nicknamed "Quality Control" by her GFs back in late high school/early twenties for her pickiness about a garment's suitability, and Nola seems to have absorbed some of that tendency -- but there's a teeny smile above that seems to be approving of my choice, don't you think?
And then she got up to some silliness, insisting her aunt drink from Nola's new sippy-cup . . .Does she know how funny that is?
Oh, I'd say so . . .

Now, back at my island home, having spent all day yesterday at a department "Retreat," I'm trying to make some serious headway on the paper I'm scheduled to present next week. I'd love to say that you probably won't hear from me for a few days while I keep my nose to that grindstone, but it may be that you'll be seeing more of me than ever while I procrastinate. For example, I'm planning to post my new sandals just as soon as I have the new pedicure to show them off . . . But for now, I'm really going to get to work. Don't you find the warmer weather makes that harder and harder to do?!