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Too much and just right

It’s hard to remember that I used to occasionally entertain.

It’s hard to remember how that went. How much is enough or how to decide on a plan that’s of a scope that’s reasonable for the number people in attendance.

Or maybe I was just so excited to have company again that I went a little crazy.

Either way, the weather is nice enough to be outdoors and the anti-cicada enclosure seems to work (plus they are starting to fade) and all the attendees are all vaxxed up. So why not go a little crazy?

Winding down

The menu involved a massive charcuterie tray (ice packs between two metal trays to keep the food cool), plus mini pizza (not shown) plus spanikopita (not shown) plus fruit-cheese tartlets.

For FIVE of us.

It was too much food.

It’s more peopling than I’m used to now, by a lot.

But it was a great time too!

And as much as I might have overdone the menu, I had fun and it felt right … to have company again. To end a crazy stressful week with family fun and bit of festivity.

And more to come, with my sister’s birthday celebration and Father’s Day fun to come.

flotsam

May 27

I’m writing this on May 10th. Mother’s Day. I wore my mask and walked over to mom and dad’s for the first time in COVID-time and the first time this season and the first time probably in 2 years because walking there is not a thing when we have extremes of either heat or rain, and last year it seemed like we alternated between the two.

But I’ve gotten off track. So anyway…

It was Mother’s Day and I got to see my Mom, which was great. Dad bought us all a take-out lunch (thanks again Dad!) and I saw my family as a whole (distanced in general and masked a good bit of the time as well) and we played some fun games (which did not require us to cluster).

It’s a good family day!

It’s also the post that – because of my scheduling delay – will go up on Wednesday May 27, midweek after Memorial Day.

Which if I am remembering right, is Uncle Steve’s birthday, and Libby’s birthday.

And knowing that ahead means I’m missing my NJ families, and my uncle, albeit in different ways.

And so I’m just pausing in my semi-random flotsam, to be thankful for all the people who bless my life, but aren’t in my life day-to-day, whether that separation is just-across-town-but-COVID, or across-state-lines, or across-the-great-divide.

You’re loved. You’re missed.

And I’m so thankful for you!

Happy birthday LibbyLou!