Yet, we make history, at least memories every day don't we? Jump on Twitter or Facebook, and perhaps I'll see some people making and capturing so many memories, they won't know what to hold onto later. Apparently I didn't make any memories last year on April 8, at least not captured in blog or social media, but in that week I went to a flower show, bought really discounted post Easter jelly beans, and was wished a Happy Sibling's Day by my youngest sister. Those are pretty good things.
A quiet weekend is planned. DD#2 either has a friend coming home with her or she's going there after play practice. I think I want to cook something for supper-maybe something rustic with chicken, and have a nice bottle of wine to go along with it. I've scheduled some purging time tomorrow and Sunday morning, and am planning an authentic (don't ask me yet what that will be) Minnesota dinner for our guest as my older daughter is heading back our way for the remaining days of R's trip. I'm not sure who else will be over on Saturday night to join us. It has been ridiculously cold for April, even for here, this last week, through Sunday it might get out of the 40's, so not going to mind having the oven on, and spending a lot of time in the kitchen.
Ordinary days. Ordinary memories. History none the less. With the cold weekend, I might also give into my habits and imbibe a little television or movies. I love nostalgic movies about regular people making the best out of whatever means or situations that is presented to them. Here's a clip from one of my favorites, a Hallmark movie from about 10 years ago, and seems to go along with this ordinary post, a blip in history.