Spent the morning prepping in the kitchen, getting ready for my luncheon company. I always like to do everything possible beforehand, so I set the table, assembled a big salad, laid out cheese, peppered ham, and turkey cold cuts, got baskets out for the bread, made iced tea, whipped cream (I don't use the canned stuff), and so on. I had measured out the ingredients for blueberry buckle the day before; now I put it together, and popped it in the oven, so it would still be slightly warm when served.
Betty, Irene, and Margaret got here at the same time--a little early, but that was okay--and we talked and laughed happily in the living room. What fun it is to be with people who remember Monsignor Moran and know where Damask's was located, and don't have to be told who Scoop Farrell was. Old friends are so close to family, and I cherish them.
We adjourned to the kitchen--my modest summer lunch offering went over big--and continued our chatter through dessert. (If I say it myself, the blueberry buckle was to die for; I'll bring some over to Susan before our walk). Didn't wrap it up until after 5:00, when we parted with vows to get together again.
Two more reasons yesterday was so good: 1.) I received a letter from Judy L.K., thanking me for the long-ago ones she had sent to my husband. She was very appreciative and said she'd love to see me if I ever get up her way. That seems doubtful, as it's 110 miles away, but I guess it's a possibility. 2.) His daddy put a video on YouTube of the Tokyo Tot on the balcony splashing in a basin of water. I'll be looking at that often, I know.
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