Friday, September 23, 2022

SEPTEMBER IS WHEN

       Bill wrote to me from his home in the woods of Maine to wish me Happy Birthday. He was leaving for Paris. He wrote, "I'll give your regards." I thought that phrase was for Broadway in New York City, but I love that's the way he thinks of me.

Sue, nearby in Virginia sent me a box of chocolate Oreos covered in more chocolate with nuts and sprinkles. I finished them in two days. She knows I love dark chocolate, and these were. Anyway, there really weren't that many.

Pat in Idaho sent me a yellow pottery pitcher. It gurgles. I've kept the paper insertion in which the designer explains the science and mathematics of the gurgle - the angle of tilt to pour the right amount of water. I wonder his other colors. I'm glad for mine. I love the color yellow.

My local family arranged a celebratory dinner at the country-style French restaurant in Chevy Chase. For dessert, we ordered two soufflés, one chocolate, one Grand Marnier. We passed each around the table savoring tastes. I opened the very big, beautifully wrapped box behind my chair filled with the bedspread and shams they knew I liked and wanted. Light weighted quilted with a soft blue-gray, white pattern. I felt it's shield and the love surrounding me. That may sound trite, but I know it's true.

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