I've been working a lot, and partying a lot, and writing a lot, and being sick a lot lately. So this afternoon I played hooky.
First, Marianne and I went to the Woodmere Art Museum (our local; click here) for the John Folinsbee exhibit. Then we darted off to the Morris Arboretum (click here) for a brief winter walk. Then we hurried home, where Sean met us for a phone call to Marianne's mother, Mary Ann (Mrs. William C.) Porter on the occasion of her one hundredth birthday. [Only a phone call?! you say. No, no, no, the formal celebration in Washington, PA, is this weekend. Cake! Punch! Guest lawyers! If you're not there, then you are square.] And then off to the Chestnut Grill (here), where, with a Vesper and a Millionaire's Cocktail, we toasted the great lady.
Then home to work, to blog, to build a fire, and to amuse Miss Mrrrlees.
This is, I blush to admit, rather a typical day around here. May all your days be twice as happy as mine, but may mine first be twice as happy as whosever it is that you envy!
Above: The Woodmere has a program where children come in and create art. Here's a ceramic dinosaur created by one of those happy youngsters. There were eight or so ceramic dinos on display and they were all great!