Actually, two. Last weekend I was back in Provincetown, falling into fall.
This weekend two friends are here and we have talked non-stop from 11:30 am until bed time at 1 am. I am writing this at 1:45 am when the house and I are quiet/ I learned all about Morocco tonight. We sat at the new table and ate my very tasty salad, my very tasty garlic bread, my surprisingly good shrimp jambalaya, and jb's very tasty apple crisp. We kept talking and talking.
Tomorrow I am going to see three wonderful friends from these here blogs. That is, after my friends and I here have breakfast and talk some more.
I'm finding that I've become a better listener.
Which is good because Mr. Ryan's mother has told him since he was three that bad listeners don't have friends... :^)
happy weekend, love kj