A college roommate is coming to visit next week. I have been cranking songs that we used to dance to all week- you know, when music was music. I met my husband at college. We visited it this past summer. The campus was almost the same, but campus town was built up so much more! The University of Illinois in Urbana-Champaign was founded in 1867. Some of the classrooms have fireplaces in them. The architectural details are fabulous. Some of the steps are made of marble inspiring me to write the following poem:
Dip to the feet of time
It really is
Worth the climb.
Our university has a famous statue with the words, “To thy happy children of the future, those of the past send greetings.” I am proud to be one of those in the past sending greetings. As we posed to have our picture taken, we were surprised by the number of students on their phones by the statute. “Oh, Mom, they are just catching a Pokemon.” But it’s the statue…
My husband’s birthday was yesterday. It coincides with our need to get a new stove. After eighteen years, it is better to buy new than to repair. I tease him that that is his birthday present. It’s on order, meaning we have no oven to use.
Poor guy, he had to settle for a store bought a pie for his birthday. He loves chocolate mousse, so I will make him a huge batch for this weekend. No need to weight it down with cake. It is too hot to bake anyway. While the rest of the country thinks about fall, we will have to wait patiently until October to have the temperature in Phoenix drop below 100 degrees. Don’t mention fall; I can’t get my hopes up yet.
Birthday cake or pie? Homemade or bought? Dinner at home, at a park or at a restaurant?