My befuddled tulips, souvenirs of my trip to the Nederlands regretted their sunward stretch this Ides and have shivered back into the mulch. Alex just finished his spring break, driving back to school into a snownado as Gigi begins hers, heralded by earning her drivers permit on the same day as her Chicago cousin. Speaking of cousins, we welcome baby Holly to our baker's dozen. Gigi marked her 15th birthday with Puttshack mini golf and a slumber party. Her cake read, "Sugar Haze," the title of the zombie musical she has written. She has spent a good amount of time on stage lately wrapping her school's musical, All Shook Up, competing in a one act competiton at East Central College and storytelling at a speech meet, and preparing for the role of Minstrel/Frenchie in Spamalot at Alex's alma mater. We attended the operatic concert version of The Magic Flute at Powell which tickled treasured thoughts of putting it on in Rome too many summers gone.
After being without it for 5 months, Ben received a new hearing device just in time to serve on a men's retreat team. We are so grateful to have him fully back "on line." He is now volunteering at the hospital twice a week and brings communion to patients. He is deep into authoring his book and we look forward to a new chapter each month.
We are more than half past Lent and there's much more growing and learning to do. I tackled the 781 page tome The Brothers Karamazov and have just 700 to go! There's also only two more opportunities for delicious fish fry tacos!