Sunday, February 22: Connellsville Respite

After the extreme busyness of Saturday, it was nice to head down to Connellsville for the day to celebrate Dad's birthday (which was yesterday). Mom made scrippelles (!!!), the most celebratory meal of all, as well as creme brulee for dessert. Dad got out his mini blowtorch and we all carmelized the sugar on our own creme brulees. Delicious and restorative. 

Mom practiced piano with the kids; Mom, Lucia, Greta, and I played Sorry; Andrew went for a run; Andrew helped Dad fix a problem with their kitchen faucet. I dug around in my bedroom closet and found the box of journals I'd been looking for (after pushing aside my old violin shoulder rest and a stack of paper wrappers from our wedding invitations, because that's just how Connellsville is--you can't take a step without tripping over a relic of personal history). 

Then Dad pulled out a box holding two of my sequined dresses from high school and the girls put them on--Lucia put on my junior-year prom dress, The Flame; and Greta put on my junior-year Christmas Dance dress, a teal sequined dress. The dresses are dated but still amazing. Both girls claimed they want to wear the dresses for upcoming dances (as long as we can get the shoulder pads taken out). I'm a little wary of what might happen to the fabric of the universe if Lucia wears The Flame to her own junior prom, but I'm on board. This simulation we're surely in can't get any more wild. Timelines colliding all over the place.