I have this biography of him, and a book of his letters, and I have never read either one, but I really want to. I grabbed the bio and headed upstairs. Reading about his charming, witty life seemed like the perfect antidote to my day.
You see, we have a friend staying with us, another boy, and between the snacks and the Black Ops and the wet bathing suits it's been pretty un-Noel around here.
I'm pretty sure Noel's laundry never looked like this. Or if it did, he had some terrific maid take care of it.
I'm pretty sure Noel's patio was never a mish-mashed jumble of furniture that badly needs a makeover. (Those black things with yellow handles are boppers that the kids use to beat on each other. AntiNoel!)
I snuggled down in bed with Noel. So to speak. Then one of the boys came in to talk about something, and I turned on the TV to check the weather, and ... well ... I didn't even open the book.
There is one thing I have in common with Noel ...
He loved cocktails, too!
Next week is Boy Scout camp. Perhaps Noel and I can meet up then, when I have a little free time.