Tonight is the Moon's night to host a little supper. Lon and Lis are on their way and the air is fresher and cooler because we just had a small but blessed rain, and I've got gumbo simmering with the shrimp cut up and ready to become part of the glorious whole, the jasmine rice ready to receive the heat, and a loaf of sourdough waiting to be sliced. The table is set.
It was getting on towards five o'clock this afternoon when I realized that I had NO food for nibbling during martini time. I mean, none. Lis would never, ever let that happen. I have no chips, I have no smoked salmon, and god knows I have no caviar on ice. I do have cheese and apples but Lon can't eat cheese.
I feel like such a dolt. I had to text Lis and ask her if she could bring something. Anything. Crackers? Cat food?
She is bringing some chips and I have put out a bowl of homemade salsa and a jar of dilly beans. There are mixed nuts. We probably will not starve before the gumbo is served.
The Weatherfords should be reporting in any moment, announcing their arrival at home after an incredibly long day of driving. I know they are exhausted but I hope they will be glad to be back in their sweet house where their beds await them.
I am full of gratefulness.