It's International Women's Day and in Italy it's a big thing.  The supermarket's are filled with bouquets of Mimosa, the symbol for IWD evidently, which men are supposed to buy for the women in their lives.  Just another invented holiday to get people to spend money.  And it works.  Last night I went to a women's dinner at a near-by restaurant organized by the PTA.  It was fun though I was parked in the middle of a big group of German gals all chatting away.  I had to talk across the table to the one English speaker, Scottish, most of the time.  The attendees were mostly Ps,  with only 2 T's, myself included.  As the school has such a fluid student base, most of the moms are not employed.  They have followed their husbands jobs from place to place around the world, having everything paid for by the company, and generally living the good life.  They were all talking about the exercise, cooking, language lessons they take.  They belong to the foreign women's groups in the city.  Go skiing, shopping and site-seeing during the week when the kids are at school.  So basically they are all happy, attractive and really well-dressed.  I tell myself they are shallow and of weak character to make myself feel better.  Then I make catty comments about their hair or clothes to anyone who will listen.  That really makes me feel better.

We are getting spring rains.  April showers come in March and May's flowers are coming along too.  My little yard is all pale yellow with primroses popping up everywhere.  Sunday should be warm and sunny and I can't wait to get out.  Friday is pizza night so I must call in our order.  Tomorrow a wander around the city with a friend while our girls go shopping and out to lunch.  xxoo me