Every month, my friends MommaK (*cough* *Juliet*), and
Lucinda host the Perfect Post Awards. What a wonderful service this is. Two perpetually perfect-posters taking the time to honor great posts. I am impressed every month at how many bloggers I don’t know that are listed. It’s a great way to meet other bloggers and read wonderful posts. Thanks MommaK and Lucinda for putting in the time to do all the linkie-work each month.

I always struggle to choose one because I am truly impressed by all of you. Honestly. Whether I obsessively click on your link in an hour of sleepy compuliveness, leave strange multiple comments, or lurk silently, I am very much in awe of all of you, even if I can’t get my act together to give you all the comment love as regularly as you deserve.

When I choose my Perfect Post recipient, I usually choose the post that has lingered with me the longest. This is a post that has touched me, even changed me, in some way. It has changed me by making me see something in a new way, or perhaps something I’ve never seen at all. In short, it is a work of art.

This month I am giving the Perfect Post Award to Catherine of Fountain Pen for her post entitled, To Sleep Perchance to Dream because it is so simply beautiful it deserves to hang like a painting alongside classic paintings in a European gallery. I envy Cahterine’s ability to sleep in the spoon position. My husband and I are both stomach sleepers which rules that out, but she makes me WANT to be a spoon sleeper. But that is not the point at all. I must shut up immediately. Just go read her post and enjoy the beauty of it, whether you’ve found Nirvana yet or not.

And then go visit MommaK and Lucinda to learn more about the Perfect Post awards and find other perfect posts. Oh yes, and thank them for their good work.

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Thank you to all who recommended the Nanci Griffith version of From a Distance. I decided to buy the whole album rather than only the song because twenty-two songs is so much better than one. I know Nanci Griffith is from Texas, but are you sure the woman’s not Irish? You know I love me some Irish folk singers.

And this is for CCAP–the book Hannah was dancing with.

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Conversation at dinner tonight:
Me: Charlie, nooooo! Go! (telling our dog to get out from under the table)
Hannah: Don’t say no to Charlie. She loves you.

Conversation earlier that day:
Rachel: (singing seventy-six trombones) “they were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtu….(pause)
Me: Virtuosos.
Rachel: What’s a virtuoso?
Me: Someone who is very good at music.
Rachel: Oh, so the Music Man was a virtuoso.
Me: Well, he pretended to be…..he wanted to be.
Rachel: No, he was. I know because he could sing “Seventy-six trombones.”
Me: I guess you’re right.