why I do better in the early 1900's

     Yesterday was one of those days that begins with wondering ... whatever shall I do to occupy my time until my husband returns from the hunt?  It didn't end with wondering so much, unless you count wondering how I can transport myself back in time by a few decades or so.

     I received a phone call from my previous Director asking if my family would be available to dress in Victorian garb and attend the Petrolia Communities in Bloom Awards Night.  Hmmm.  I love being on stage, especially the cosume aspect of it.  Let me think for about 2 1/2 seconds.  YES, yes, I believe I can clear my exceptionally full social schedule to indulge rescue poor, hopeless, couldn't -find- anyone -else, Carol. 

     The night was a success for everyone.  So many older men and women had nostalgic comments for my boys, whether the smell of our old books reminded them of precious school-mates, or the clothing made them misty-eyed in remembrance of simpler times.  I was happy to be wearing a costume that actually fit me for once, and was NOT green.  (I had to say that for the benefit of the few).  Neal and I both were happy as Mr. and Mrs. Victorian Someone, forgetting our problems and melting away our stresses if only for a few hours.  Monday, Monday ... la, la, lala ... so good to me ... la, la, lalala