This morning I woke up at about 5:30, rolled around for an hour or two, and then managed to fall back to sleep until 9:00. That was a major treat for me!
As usual for Saturdays in Boston this fall, it was pouring rain, so that meant that soccer was canceled for Pete and Julie. Pete will have a makeup game tomorrow; Julie's season has been extended one week because of all the rain.
We had been planning to go to temple this morning, because the rabbi has repeatedly urged us to go as often as possible before Steph's Bat Mitzvah to get a better sense of what goes on. I had a ton of work to do—I have two, count 'em, two—deadlines on Monday—so Andy and Steph went themselves. It's a very different experience to go and be paying attention to what happens when, and who goes where and does what. I hope to go at least once or twice before our big day in February.
When they got home, we zipped down the street to the Windsor Club, which is where Steph's reception will be, and where our caterer was doing an afternoon party today. We hadn't met her yet, and we're always eager to see how people have decorated that old and rather boring room. It's a good-size room with a very high ceiling but little else of interest to it. We popped in a few weeks ago and saw it done up with lots of white and silver and a very elegant feel. This time they had brightly colored tablecloths and balloons, for more of a fun and festive approach. Our caterer has done hundreds of parties there over the years and has tons of ideas about how to make it interesting without letting the tail wag the dog. She knows that I am not interested in throwing "the party of the century" for a 13-year-old (nor do I have the budget for it), but she also wants to help us make it feel special. It's fun to see the many options. I'm really looking forward to choosing the menu—that, at least, is something I care deeply about!