The Fourth Sunday of Easter, 2016
Had an absolutely smashing time at Aaron and Regina Clock's dinner party. Their apartment is wonderful: an eat-in kitchen with a cooking island, walk-in closets, a "wet room", and a living room graced by a baby grand piano. Dinner was flawless: baked chicken with a wonderful savory seasoning, rice cooked to perfection and string beans (the long skinny kind) also done to perfection- neither over nor under-cooked. Not sure how Aaron did it. Their dining room easily seated all nine of us. Only the serving was complicated. Lots of plates to pass around and designated spooners and ladlers for each dish, but, overall, the tone was easy-going and informal.
Made it to church despite lots of prosecco and white wine the night before. It was warm enough to have a couple of apple ciders on the sidewalk outside Dive Bar with Pale Male. The big news is that one of our former priests is in the running for a bishopric in Tyerland. The mre mention of that state brought up the subject of Innamorata (it is her native province) which then led to my first lengthy conversation about Crosby in almost a month.
I did not reveal how I had intentionally called upon the Dark Forces to change Crosby's mind about moving to Hollywood. Nor how Dark Forces are not to be messed with no matter how "good" your intentions (I mean, c'mon - they're dark forces, right?) But, I was happy to jabber away about Crosby's e-mail to me and about how busy his days and evenings are and how tired he looks in his snapshots. It occurred to me that he spends his days and (nights) without a single other person his own age and my fantasy of his arriving home with an African wife is just that - a fantasy spun rather cruelly by the Dark Forces.
Pale Male walked me to my subway stop and we went on to cover the subject of red tail hawks, something we actually knew a bit more about.
Made it to church despite lots of prosecco and white wine the night before. It was warm enough to have a couple of apple ciders on the sidewalk outside Dive Bar with Pale Male. The big news is that one of our former priests is in the running for a bishopric in Tyerland. The mre mention of that state brought up the subject of Innamorata (it is her native province) which then led to my first lengthy conversation about Crosby in almost a month.
I did not reveal how I had intentionally called upon the Dark Forces to change Crosby's mind about moving to Hollywood. Nor how Dark Forces are not to be messed with no matter how "good" your intentions (I mean, c'mon - they're dark forces, right?) But, I was happy to jabber away about Crosby's e-mail to me and about how busy his days and evenings are and how tired he looks in his snapshots. It occurred to me that he spends his days and (nights) without a single other person his own age and my fantasy of his arriving home with an African wife is just that - a fantasy spun rather cruelly by the Dark Forces.
Pale Male walked me to my subway stop and we went on to cover the subject of red tail hawks, something we actually knew a bit more about.