"Joy is the simplest form of gratitude."
Today was a first for me. Well not actually a first, but the first in a long time. I had some women over for a planning meeting for the Guild of the Christ Child and lunch. I'm not a really fancy-schmancy entertainer but I can set a pretty table. I served two kinds of quiche, and a pretty green salad. Actually one of the guests made the salad, all I had to do was throw it in a bowl and toss the dressing on it. I found the whole process to be quite enjoyable. There is something to be said for sitting around a table eating and gabbing.
I enjoyed the company but after the ladies left I wondered something about myself. Am I anti-social? I don't see how that word would really apply, because the very act of having a luncheon is contrary to the notion isn't it? I mean if you go to the trouble to invite people to share a meal with you, then you can't really be anti-social can you?
So what is it when in the middle of a conversation going on around you, you decide you'd really rather be some place else? I decided there was too much negative talk going on. The kind where there is way too much discussion about who did what and who said what. I tried to change the subject but somehow it kept going where I didn't want to go.
The good news and the reason I'm grateful today is I turned out some good food. I haven't made quiche in a coon's age. I combined two different recipes then added my own twist! Usually I stick close to what the recipe says to do. For some reason this morning I was adding garlic, splashing on lemon juice and acting like the Merry ME version of Iron Chef! Right now the kitchen is a mess, but the yellow roses still look pretty. I may just go sit at the table and read my book.
Speaking of my book. I finally got to Izzy and Lenore by Jon Katz in my queue. I have followed Katz's blog for so long I figured I'd already know what was in the book. I must say I am sorry I didn't move this one to the top of the pile sooner. There's just something about reading a good dog (or cat, or pig, or sheep, or donkey ....) story. And Katz has a delightful storytelling way about him. I've been in an on/off email correspondence with him since reading his book Running to the Mountain. If I ever write a book and go on Oprah and get really famous, I hope I can remember to be open to my readers the way Katz is.
I'm also grateful for dad's hospice nurse. I watched and listened today as she spent time with him. She's quite gifted. We are blessed to have her.
Today, I wish for you some good food, good conversation and a good book. Life seldom gets much better than that.