M is for Mother...and Mexican food

Letterlady's mother arrived last night and treated us to Mexican food and margaritas (and ginger ale). We sat together on the porch of our favorite little eatery and watched the crescent moon rise and Venus emerge as the mountains grew purple in the twilight. Having Lettermama here is a good reminder for us of exactly how lucky we are. She sees our little town and our writing den through fresh eyes. She oohs and aahs over everything that charmed us, too, upon our arrival, but that we have become a bit blind to in our frenzy to produce work. Walking through town and giving her the tour of the writers' cottage, our little home, the daisies, the stars, helped us remember that we are, indeed, working in paradise.

Today Lettermama has her work cut out for her. Letterlady presented her with at least 160 pages of text to read and comment on. While she is hard at work on Letterlady's draft, I will be getting a massage at a little yoga/massage therapy place in town. I know, it's sad isn't it? We are having such a rotten time. We'll have to make up for it somehow.