So.
(How many of my entries start with “So”?)
We have had long-scheduled a gathering at our house today, with some dear relatives of Mark’s, who live hereabouts. An assortment of them, from here and there more-or-less locally.
So this morning dawned, well, rainy. Quite rainy.
It’s Oregon! What’s a little rain?
“It’s awfully rainy,” Mark said, this morning, as we listened to it drum upon the roof. “I hope everyone doesn’t cancel because they don’t want to drive in this.”
“It’s Oregon!” I said. “And your relatives are life-long Oregonians! They won’t even notice this! Of course they’ll come.”
Within the hour, the first phone call came. In short order, the lunch-party was…not.
Cleverly, we had done most of the cooking the day before. Uncleverly, we now had a truly excessive amount of soup on hand.
So we invited the across-the-street neighbors over for soup, and steak-and-mushrooms, and cards. They braved the rain (but arrived quite weather-drenched anyway, even from across the street), and a delightful time was had.
And we still have LOTS of leftover soup. And I won all the cards.
That’ll do.
In other news: here’s a lot of cherry shrimp in the aquarium. (And a catfish tail.)
