It got into the high 70's this weekend in Wisconsin--I actually have the faint line of a tan on my arms after sitting through part of Mr. D's double header Saturday. His team lost both games, but it wasn't the slaughter they'd anticipated, so he came home feeling at peace with both losses. The Bumble Book Club showed glorious support for my friend Lauren and her book--History Girl's cheesecake was divine (she brought the one she's entering in this year's Cheesefest competition to book club). Friday I escorted Lauren to a high school where I kid you not, all 3 sections of the classes sat riveted throughout her entire presentation--not a single kid did that thing where they turn around and start talking about 5 minutes before the bell rings at the end of class. Amazing.
The coup de gras, however, was Saturday night. After baseball, Really Good Gelato and schlepping through the Book Festival downtown where Mr. T got a wonderful book for free because he is in 4th grade, Lauren and I headed out to hear Sherman Alexie. He's the author of The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, Smoke Signals and The Toughest Indian in the World. We totally expected about an hour of him reading some excerpts and a solemn speech about writing and books and the power of language. We got something else entirely.
For two hours he split our sides with joke after funny story after sharp barb after witty observation--culminating in his retelling of his appearance on the Colbert Report last October. Apparently? Sherman is a stand-up comedian. No kidding. Starting with his birth on the reservation in Washington State and ending with his son's last Little League game, we got more than just an intimate portrait of an incredibly gifted man. And usually that kind of entertainment comes with a 2 drink minimum or a $20 ticket charge--we walked in off the street to hear him for free. No shit. Unbelievable. I'm still in awe of the experience and am anxious to get my mitts on more of his work. It's the coolest thing when something like that happens--and you're not even expecting it. I spend a lot of time in awe of my life--the people and experiences filling it every week.
Now I am exhausted. Mr. D's golfing in Galena with his friends and brothers. Mr. B scraped his arm and is weepy. My daffodils have begun blooming. My friends came out today for an open house to hear Lauren talk about her book and indulge in desserts. Laundry is piling up again, my brain is buzzing from discussions with Lauren and hearing Sherman Alexie, my children need their mama's full-time attention again and I just got a phone call implying that I'm coaching 5-6 year old soccer this summer. My cup? Overfloweth.