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helenkacan Feb. 6th, 2015 11:45 pm)
helenkacan Feb. 6th, 2015 11:45 pm)Today had it all, apparently.
Though I woke up early enough, I still managed to dawdle and fritter away from ost the morning. Went back-and-forth with church-John via texting and finally settled on having him arrive around 2:00 p.m. for a late lunch. That gave me time to vacuum and dust. And have a long shower using up almost the last drops of Euphoria. Then I vacuumed the bathroom and, while drying off, started putting food out. Luckily, the bottle of red was a screw top. I decided to set out the three cheeses, three types of crackers, raw almonds, grape tomatoes, a ripe pear, rosemary ham and Montréal smoked beef, and I think that was it. The cheeses were Monterey Jack (which we basically ignored); Oka (the first time I had it and enjoyed on a graham cracker); and finally the second cheese from Québec, namely bleu bénédictin which c-John also adored.
But I seem to be jumping ahead of myself. C-J showed up at 2:02. I hadn't heard his text so had to rush to get to the door. I also managed to retrieve the box of mince tarts from SuM's freezer. And then I welcomed him into my holiday space. Oh, look. Diva decided to come and plop herself on the couch, between the two of us. Unfortunately, while trying to make room on the coffee table (where we were going to eat) for another tray, I tipped it and all the crackers and almonds fell out onto the carpet. Sigh. C-J bent over to retrieve them and we went ahead and ate them. I still will have to vacuum again tomorrow, as there are crumbs and possibly loose almonds. Sigh. In any case, upsetting the tray also made Diva jump up and run away. Bye-bye, hon.
The red wine in the enormous ballon glasses was delightful. Even though I had one large glass and then a smaller second one, I'm still fully in charge of my faculties. But, then, I think eating the bleu cheese did a lot to soak up the alcohol. And, speaking of alcohol, c-J brought me another prezzie. It was a (don't moan) chocolate, sea-salt, caramel liqueur. I know, it sounds dreamy. I can't wait to have it with fresh juicy raspberries. I have a feeling that Brian will enjoy it as well.
We really had such a lovely time. I so enjoy having people over and, with my mostly private space, can do it as often as I want (and can afford the food). C-J mentioned that, right now, his place is like playing Tetris. He has to do X first before he can move on to Y and Z. Because he'd like to invite me over as well. Yay! As we listened to the nature music channel, we talked about all sorts of things. Unfortunately, there was sad news, too. Our friend Joy who used to accompany him every Sunday for years died a week ago (Tuesday, February 3). She'd been in her early 90s and had not been in good health for some time. It turned out that c-J had visited her on Sunday (as he'd been driving out to Oakville a couple times a week), and knew that the end was near. Joy had been a very no-nonsense, pragmatic woman (who'd had a wild life when younger; also 4 husbands!) and didn't want any type of memorial service; she also donated her body to McMaster University. I'm sad that she's gone, but c-J and I are both thankful that she's no longer trapped in a body and mind that had betrayed her.
C-J finally left around 5. As we were both too full to even get to the mince tarts, he asked me to bring them on Sunday so we can eat them in our pews BEFORE church. He said he'd even bring me a drink, so I requested hot chocolate. Yup, only at our church can we have such a fun time!
I watched TV after he left, with the company of both cats who'd snuck in while I was seeing him out. SuM finally came to retrieve them after 7; after all, they should know what side their bread is buttered on ... or whose hand pours the kibble! Tonight's Glee made me 50 shades of nostalgic as the musical theme was Burt Bacharach. Now all I want is The Carpenters in CD format. Hmmm. Must investigate.
Right now, my spine is screaming at me, informing me (as if I didn't know) that I'd done way too much today and should go to bed. At least I can rest up tomorrow for my next partay on Sunday evening. Even with the pain, I still have a huge smile on my face. I needed this. Indeed!
Though I woke up early enough, I still managed to dawdle and fritter away from ost the morning. Went back-and-forth with church-John via texting and finally settled on having him arrive around 2:00 p.m. for a late lunch. That gave me time to vacuum and dust. And have a long shower using up almost the last drops of Euphoria. Then I vacuumed the bathroom and, while drying off, started putting food out. Luckily, the bottle of red was a screw top. I decided to set out the three cheeses, three types of crackers, raw almonds, grape tomatoes, a ripe pear, rosemary ham and Montréal smoked beef, and I think that was it. The cheeses were Monterey Jack (which we basically ignored); Oka (the first time I had it and enjoyed on a graham cracker); and finally the second cheese from Québec, namely bleu bénédictin which c-John also adored.
But I seem to be jumping ahead of myself. C-J showed up at 2:02. I hadn't heard his text so had to rush to get to the door. I also managed to retrieve the box of mince tarts from SuM's freezer. And then I welcomed him into my holiday space. Oh, look. Diva decided to come and plop herself on the couch, between the two of us. Unfortunately, while trying to make room on the coffee table (where we were going to eat) for another tray, I tipped it and all the crackers and almonds fell out onto the carpet. Sigh. C-J bent over to retrieve them and we went ahead and ate them. I still will have to vacuum again tomorrow, as there are crumbs and possibly loose almonds. Sigh. In any case, upsetting the tray also made Diva jump up and run away. Bye-bye, hon.
The red wine in the enormous ballon glasses was delightful. Even though I had one large glass and then a smaller second one, I'm still fully in charge of my faculties. But, then, I think eating the bleu cheese did a lot to soak up the alcohol. And, speaking of alcohol, c-J brought me another prezzie. It was a (don't moan) chocolate, sea-salt, caramel liqueur. I know, it sounds dreamy. I can't wait to have it with fresh juicy raspberries. I have a feeling that Brian will enjoy it as well.
We really had such a lovely time. I so enjoy having people over and, with my mostly private space, can do it as often as I want (and can afford the food). C-J mentioned that, right now, his place is like playing Tetris. He has to do X first before he can move on to Y and Z. Because he'd like to invite me over as well. Yay! As we listened to the nature music channel, we talked about all sorts of things. Unfortunately, there was sad news, too. Our friend Joy who used to accompany him every Sunday for years died a week ago (Tuesday, February 3). She'd been in her early 90s and had not been in good health for some time. It turned out that c-J had visited her on Sunday (as he'd been driving out to Oakville a couple times a week), and knew that the end was near. Joy had been a very no-nonsense, pragmatic woman (who'd had a wild life when younger; also 4 husbands!) and didn't want any type of memorial service; she also donated her body to McMaster University. I'm sad that she's gone, but c-J and I are both thankful that she's no longer trapped in a body and mind that had betrayed her.
C-J finally left around 5. As we were both too full to even get to the mince tarts, he asked me to bring them on Sunday so we can eat them in our pews BEFORE church. He said he'd even bring me a drink, so I requested hot chocolate. Yup, only at our church can we have such a fun time!
I watched TV after he left, with the company of both cats who'd snuck in while I was seeing him out. SuM finally came to retrieve them after 7; after all, they should know what side their bread is buttered on ... or whose hand pours the kibble! Tonight's Glee made me 50 shades of nostalgic as the musical theme was Burt Bacharach. Now all I want is The Carpenters in CD format. Hmmm. Must investigate.
Right now, my spine is screaming at me, informing me (as if I didn't know) that I'd done way too much today and should go to bed. At least I can rest up tomorrow for my next partay on Sunday evening. Even with the pain, I still have a huge smile on my face. I needed this. Indeed!
