Saturday, August 21, 2021

So, an Armenian, Puerto Rican Food Fest on a Friday with Colleagues I Haven't Seen in Over a Year Turned Out to Be a Much Needed Break


I was good for making a salad and corking the wine bottles. Jessica brought homemade pasteles and Michelle brought Spinnacotta. It was all delicious. By 8:30, Chitunga joined us and by 9:30 Dave, Kris, Ishy, and Anna Lawrence stopped by. It was an unexpected gathering that ended two hours bast my bed time. I know. I know. I know. I shouldn't be entertaining. For the most part I sat with ice in my lap listening to everyone talk.

Definitely a lot of built up story-telling from everyone, excitement to be reunited and enthusiasm for Karallynne's enthusiasm.

But I can tell this probably was a dumb move on my part...not that I did much, but I've sort of gotten used to sitting still and not doing much at all. It just seemed like it would be a good time to gather, talk, catch-up, and chat...I figured, since I'm sitting still. And a Puerto Rican and Armenian woman will snap the kitchen into shape in two seconds flat. The food was really, really good. I feel fortunate.

Today, however, I imagine I'm going to sleep in. Chitunga is in his old room and I'm hoping he'll do weekend duties with Karallynne and, perhaps, mow the lawn and even weed (God, I will love him if he'll weed. The front garden looks ridiculous - the Karal landmines in the back also need attention).

Definitely definitely definitely had a lot of Spanish music and dancing going on...mostly Michelle, Jessie, and Karal. I look forward to being able to join them soon.

Not sure if I should tell everyone I got up at 5 a.m., fell asleep at 10 a.m. and awoke again at 2:30 when Dave texted saying he was coming to walk Karal. I needed the kick in gear because I knew my colleagues were going to stop by. 

It was a nice night. We even lit candled on the back patio and, believe it or not, mosquitoes were at a minimum (if at all). Totally enjoyable evening...now, let one come without me being in pain and having a head on my shoulders that isn't so slow. 


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