As I eat brie for breakfast and survey the dying pink balloons on the front porch, I can announce with confidence that the party was a grand success. Lots of good womenfolk gathered to celebrate the almost-arrival of a little girl to a really good mother. There was plenty of good food and social mixing that doesn't normally happen. So even though I worried about the party much more than I needed to and even though it will be months before we drink all this soda pop, I am much pleased that everyone got to get together.

It leaves me now, with a day off and a day with few obligations, much curiousity, a belly full of brie and a brand spanking new sketchbook. Don't know what I'll see but I intend to look.

Yes, and the pineapple bread was not served. It stunk. Couple of cans of wasted pineapple is no great loss and for a minute in here on Saturday night it smelled tropical and exciting...

take care,
Rachael