The death of Lord Mazzing, the rebirth of Ben

This has been a rather strange weekend. On Friday it was my (18) birthday, but we didn't really celebrate it then because life was hectic and my dad wasn't home. On Saturday I hosted a mystery dinner kind of in honor of my birthday, but not really...it was something that would have happened anyway. And so now it is Sunday night and I still haven't had a birthday cake(not that I mind, I stuffed myself with TONS of really yummy things yesterday). It has also been a little different having people randomly handing you gifts over a period of 4 days. But hey, I like things different.:)

You want to hear about the mystery dinner don't you? Yes I thought you might. Now don't go and start rolling your eye balls just because it was called "The Love Letter" OK? It was the only mystery that suited our group and so we used it and had lots of fun. It all began with me as the Hostess (Lady Mazzing) inviting 9 young ladies for tea, with the purpose of getting their opinion on the next ball I would be hosting. Unbeknownst to them however, I was also trying to decide who might be a suitable wife for my only son. That was the first act. In act two the son (played by Ben) is found dead in his room (with foam around his mouth and the smell of poison in the air!!!). And the rest of the play was where everyone tried to figure out who killed him. Oh, and on the son's dead body they found a love letter, that wasn't addressed to anyone, so we also had to figure out who it was for. In the end it was rather strange because only about 3 of the girls didn't want to kill him, the rest would have done him in eventually. Ben felt very unloved.

We were supposed to experience a "monsoon" the other day, but all I saw was little drops of rain plinking into the pond. Oh well, all of life can't be excitement.

The Return of the Queen

That was a very long absence on my part. Forgive me if you were deeply disappointed in my failure of blogging. BUT this evening I had a sudden urge to write something other than an essay analyzing tons of characters in Idylls of the King. Even though I love the work, it can wear on you after long intervals of study.

What is new at my house? Spring! Ahh joy. Today I spent a lovely hafl hour arranging flowers which I had bought the night before. And yesterday I decorated a very stunning (if I do say so my self) grape-vine wreath that is right now adorning the wall of our front porch where everyone who walks by may admire it. Working with all this beauty the thought has come to me-why on earth would I want to work in a hospital where it is so stark and sometimes smelly, when I could arrange flowers and drink in their aroma for a living! I’ll have to think on that one.

As I sat down to finish Chemistry this afternoon, Klara came running in to inform me that one of our goats was in labor. I’ll confess that I was not very pleased with the prospect of having to post pone my school again (I had just gone running with Ben) to deliver a goat. But out I went anyway to see if I could be of service to the little lady. She did very well despite being only 11 months old. I had to remind her to lick off the little guy and a few other things, but now they are both happily situated in a pen in the barn. That makes 3 kids born so far and 3 more does are due.

Well I will conclude with that I guess. I shall now go and sleep.
Till next time…