Broccoli and Bach

Last night, I found myself sitting in my favorite spot at Nick's with some of my very favorite people...eating mussels (OK, so I don't eat mussels, but all my boys do...so technically I just watch them eat mussels), eating pizza and chatting with everyone who works there and knows us.

Kinda like family.

=0)

We came home and watched part of 'Letters from Iwo Jima' but my tired eyes could not read anymore subtitles after an hour or so. Probably a good thing, cuz sleep was just what the DR had ordered.

Woke up this morning, got Matthew out the door to drum corps while the rest of us headed north to church. Drove home, made egg salad, and took Brian out to Nico's.

Bored yet?

Filled Matthew's car with gas and home to work in the garden.

Lots and lots of weeds but even more broccoli. I'm liking this whole broccoli thing!

M has been in the same spot since we came home...up to his eyeballs in Bach. Bach seems to be everywhere these days...he's in the car and in the house and in the backyard and in the shower. That's alotta Bach. I'm all for Bach, but he did write a really, really long Mass. In B minor.

M has yet another recital this afternoon. After he gets home, I am escaping testosterone-ville for girls...it's pie night!