May 29, 2000

(later in the day ... )

Back from working with html again.  It seems that Netscape  has its own ideas about reading the format i was trying here.  i always forget to check with both browsers.  i have to stop doing that.

     We spent the weekend doing mostly family type things.  Master brought His mother into town for her birthday celebration, and we took her to a concert that His daughter was participating in.  She (daughter) belongs to a youth choir, and they were invited to join with an adult choir (complete with soloists) to present their version of  "Carmina Burana".  i truly enjoyed the performance; the music, the choir and the soloists were very intense and their voices were perfect.  i especially liked watching some of the choir participants, watching their facial expressions as they gave each song their all!   A nice, nice first time experience for me.

    ( i'm a long way from the days that i used to spend on motorcycles and swilling beer with the boys after the ride.  This side of me was always there, i just didn't admit to it then.)

     Herself (Himself's mother *eg*) stayed overnight.   Bright and early the next morning i heard some soft rustling sounds coming from the spare bed.  i got up and peeked around the corner at her, and there she was, sitting upright, partially covered by the blankets and working on a photo album.  She put one finger up to her lips and mouthed:  "I'm working on it for Him ... "  i nodded and headed off to the kitchen to make tea for all of us.  She'd been working on putting together an album of pictures for Master, of His life, and after breakfast she presented the completed project to Him.  It was such a nice gesture and also a treat for me as well; to be able to see how He looked as a baby, a youth and teen, and then a new father.  

     We spent the afternoon at her house.  i stayed inside visiting with her while she made soup for  T, and Master planted some flowers around the house.  It was nice to spend a "family specific" weekend again.  It's something i haven't done in a very long time.  And i brought home a reminder in the form of a bouquet of lilacs, which are now lending a heady aroma to the living room/office i spend a lot of time in.  

     Lucky me.

    

     One of the features of Jane's journal that i particularly like is the sprinkling of pictures she adds in, of herself.  Sometimes i get the urge to do the same, but as of yet i haven't gotten the confidence.  Another thing Jane has done recently is get a tattoo and that is something i've definitely been interested in for a very long time.  Again, i continuously "chicken" out.  Lose my nerve.  Whatever you want to call it.  And of course i've also got the big reason; although Master does like some of them, He's not keen on me getting one.  

     Still the idea of being in a nursing home and flashing a tattoo at all the old fogies is an appealing one.  

     By the way, my kids both have tattoos; Daughter has a lizard on her left arm and Son has some weird little man-like person just above His navel.