The things we do for love
Yesterday as my excellent friend Julia and I were scrambling around cleaning my crazy house for our talented friend Rhonda’s jewelry party, “The Things We Do for Love” started playing in my head.
That’s mildly odd, considering I never loved that song – it’s got a catchy beat and you can dance to it, but it was never on my top hits list.
But it was the explanation for what was going on. Julia, one hand in a removable cast because she has a fractured wrist, volunteered to come help me clean. When you live in a construction project, anything very fancy requires major-league, frantic cleaning. Factor in finals, and egad.
John had more on his mind (like sanding sheetrock, ordering carpet — manly stuff — but he spent much of his day on a ladder vacuuming and cleaning sheetrock (and other) dust and dried doggy drool off the blinds, as well as cleaning the front windows.
When time was running short, Julia took over the decorating of our Christmas tree – you can see how nicely it turned out.
Julia and I have discussed the instantaneousness of our friendship. Wethinks our paths have crossed before.
It’s nice being the recipient of such love. And of course we were doing it out of our love for Rhonda, who makes phenomenal jewelry. (If you missed the trunk show and want to see her wares, visit her website.)
Rhonda (of course) and Anita, two of my oldest friends, were there, as well as old friends Sonny (the sole man besides the hubster) and Julie and new friends from school. Cool.
Tess was a perfect lady and Zuzu was good too, unless she was scolding someone (loudly) for daring to take a cream puff. After all, she got slammed to the floor after sneaking her second one off the platter before people arrived. Mom said no! Mom said no!
She tried to explain that cream puffs were off-limits, but she scared some people, unfortunately.
Tess offered a toy to anyone who wanted to play but took it nicely when told it wasn’t play time. At 6, she’s ever so mature. At 14 months, Zuzu is a goofball at times.
OK, back to finals. Just had to appreciate my friends and loved ones. To sign off here’s a very old and fun clip of the Divine Miss M and the Harlettes singing about that very subject.