You know how it is when you haven't talked to a good friend for a decade and then you do talk and you pick up right where you left off and the time that's passed means nothing?
Well, that's how it was this weekend. First with Lon and Lis and then with my family. Of course, the family has all seen each other during the course of the year, but we all haven't been able to hug each other, kiss each other, see each other's faces. And with the Williamsons, we hadn't even laid eyes on them. And yet, fifteen minutes into being here, Lon said, "I feel like I was here yesterday with you guys, sitting right here in this kitchen."
Yep. It may have actually been fifteen months, but it felt like minutes. And with the kids and grandkids, kissing and hugging was as familiar as breathing and everyone hugged everyone over and over again, kisses were given freely, no one wore a mask, and tears flowed.
"I love you, I love you, I love you!" The words were traded and given and received, heart-words, true words, sweet words, words we've been able to say but this time with nothing between us but clothes and air and skin.
When Lon and Lis got here we all had martinis and we talked and talked and Lis made platters with Lori's (nicest person in the world) chicken salad, and smoked salmon, cheese, apples, crackers and the kind of mustard that cracks between your teeth because it's all seeds. And then, dinner!
One night when we'd all four been talking on the phone sometime in the last year, Lis and I discussed what we were cooking for our suppers that night and I was making scallops with cherry tomatoes and pasta and I promised them that when they next came to visit (which seemed like it would never happen) I would make it for them and I did. There was also salad and sourdough and we ate and talked until it was time, past time, for bed.
Saturday we woke up and had very late breakfast and leisurely got ready for the day's events. Lis had to pick up a new instrument that a Tallahassee woman had made for her and then we all had the party at Jessie's. I made up a meatloaf so that when we got home we could throw it in the oven. The party's food theme, we had all decided, would be "international dips." And thus it was so. I took some Baba Ghanoush that I made and some Tzatziki that I bought and crackers and a pavlova with chocolate and berries and whipped cream.
This was what the party food table looked like.