Once in a while we see a deer sipping at the edge of the water, but this happens more often in the evenings.
The summit serves us well.
Carpeing all the diems in semi-rural Oklahoma...xoxo
Once in a while we see a deer sipping at the edge of the water, but this happens more often in the evenings.
The summit serves us well.
You would think we were awaiting two people who were sure to change our lives forever. (Maybe we were…) Handsome and I are accustomed to house guests, of course, as well as meeting new people and travelling ourselves, but this was a whole new ball game. A strange melange of the three experiences. Anticipation was thick in the downstairs of our house.
We all four traded introductions and warm, brisk handshakes. I think I may have, without warning, attack-hugged them. It happens. My policy is hug first, ask questions and make apologies later. Luckily, Romeo and Juliet both laughed at this and followed us inside the house with big smiles on their travel-weary faces.
Can you even imagine how happy this bird was?
Although it was a weeknight and we’d been busy all day, my energy surged around 10:30 p.m. I felt like I could stay up all night talking with this young couple, soaking up our differences and similarities, celebrating that no murders were on the agenda. I learned volumes about them. Their origins and current lives, their travels, their plans, the books they read and the movies they watch. Two fascinating human beings whose paths we may never have otherwise crossed. We traded plenty of stuff about ourselves, too. I mentally added a few good sounding titles to my reading list per Juliet’s suggestion.
To be continued…
Inspired by the images on this post and then by the recipe linked up on this one, last week I used a one dollar garage sale find and a recipe altered for non drinkers to serve my pretend sister some fake sangria. Convoluted enough yet?
Unfortunately, there are no decent photos of the finished product to prove that this happened, but she and I know the truth. And since I am not a food blogger, that is all that really matters…
So, in case you’re interested, here is the basic formula…
Good Girl Sangria
In case you should ever find yourself invited to such a soiree, please pocket the following short list of tips. These are trade secrets I rather wish someone had shared with me ahead of time.
Only very merciful auction houses will let this slide more than once.
Fewer marital events kill the “open up to me, honey” mood
more quickly than the purchase of an unwanted steer.