Whoop-de-do, I’m back. I’m myself again. My doctor took me off my ADD meds and the fog has lifted–hallelujah!
Our winners, who should have been announced yesterday, are Kim Rudisill and Darlene Holley. Apologies and congratulations, ladies. As soon as you’ve responded to Super Jen’s email, your prizes will be on their way. Technically, the new contest started yesterday as well, but it’s up and running, just like always, so go ahead and comment. That’s all you have to do to enter. I’ll announce the next winners on Monday. (Or maybe Tuesday.)
Yesterday was also my beloved niece Angela’s birthday (she’s little Gibson’s mom), so here’s a belated have-a-happy-one. Sweetheart, you are smart, you are beautiful, and you are one fine mama. In case you haven’t guessed, your Aunt Lindy loves you mucho.
Around the homestead: we had a little badly needed rain this morning–I woke to hear it thrumming on the roof and the floor of the deck. (Excuse me, Lord, I know You’re busy, but we could use more, please…)
I’m still working on my Marie Antoinette audiobook binge–while the facts remain the same from biography to biography, the interpretations differ. All authors seem to agree, however, that the queen was, for the most part, a victim of bad (really bad) spin. Yes, she made her share of mistakes–who hasn’t?–but when you consider that she was just 15 years old when she was tossed into the French court–or, as I would call it, the pit of vipers–she didn’t do so badly. She was generous to a fault, a fact for which she never received credit, by the way, and she was also incredibly (and understandably, given her tender age and sheltered upbringing in the court of Austria) naive. She trusted the wrong people, placed far too much confidence in the good judgment of the general population, committed an indiscretion or two and, yes, she spent too much money. (If that’s the criteria for beheading, I’m doomed.) Here’s what I wish: that Benjamin Franklin or Thomas Jefferson had brought her back to America when they left France.