When dyou want us there? asked Iris via email.
Round about noon, I said, thinking that would give me plenty of time to:
Mail a get-well card to a friend in Pompano Beach, FL, vacuum, including all the crumbs on my red living room couch, put away my clothes scattered throughout the living room, make a Welcome sign and affix to outside door, clean off the phenomenally messy kitchen table, set the table, have the appetizers ready.
Every time I'd sit down on couch, thinking I'd finished everything, I'd remember something else, like taking down the wine glasses for wine I bot yesterday at the Giant.
Finally, I sat down to watch Person of Interest, an exciting CBS Show I watch on Netflix
and I looked out the door and there they were coming up my sidewalk.
They looked surreal! It felt as if they were coming out of my movie.
I blinked my eyes, shut off the laptop, and went out to meet them.
Iris and I have been in touch on Facebook. Art, her second husband, I'd never met before.
Scott, who arrived quite early, after having slept a bit, had given me brown rice, which we put beneath the chili.
I'd grated an entire package of Cabot sharp cheddar which we sprinkled over the hot chili.
Scott just came over before walking to the train station.
You told me the chili was delicious, and it really was!
Managed to find the pink water pitcher - I have so many cupboards, Mrs Hubbard - I don't know what to put in em.
A Sleepwalker's Guide to Dancing by Mira Jacob
and some fantastic coffee made by Boston's Best
not to mention Stash White Tea, which I'm brewing now. Don't tell Iris but it smells like Vicks Vapo-Rub, but I think it will taste better.
Hold on... it's cooling now..... will let you know.... very very nice! a fruity bouquet! Thanks, Isis!
Your women friends, said Scott, are really talkative. What wonderful stories she told... after her first husband Kim Abbot died, she wanted to join a Widow/Widowers Group. The guy said it was too soon.
Her rebuttal? Okay, if you don't let me in I'll start a group of my own the same time yours meets and it'll be free for everyone.
They let her in.
How did she meet Art, who is a cardiac nurse. Stay tuned.
Note: Whenever you don't have matching glasses, here's what you do. Give everyone a different glass. This fish glass is an old one of Mom's. From our days on Glenmore Road in Shaker Heights.
They've been married 20 years now. They met from a spunky personal ad Iris put in the paper. She got dozens of responses, met a couple of them at the now-defunct Robertson's Ice Cream Shop, but no one would do.
She received an excellent response from Art, tossed it into the trash, and then retrieved it.
This white tea is really tasty, a term Bernice, her mom/law used. The mom was a beauty in her younger years. Art shared photos on his i Phone.
Iris also told us about visiting a medium who said many different spirits were vying to be heard. I'd wrin a story about psychic medium Theresa Roba for the Bucks County Herald.
Good. The earth is parched. The CT license plate is beautiful.... blue
See you on your Coach Iris website.... you'll wanna take a look at this... you can sign up for a free consultation.... hmmm, maybe I should do dat!
Now, I'm gonna write a very quick poem here, after I pour meself some more tea
WALK AROUND THE BLOCK
The construction workers, clad in red shirts, have left for the day
the attic is being transformed into a master bedroom
they talk amongst themselves in the morning, kindly, as my
feet patter by, we nod, and down the hill I go
aching to find out what thoughts will arrive
Where do they come from?
Can they be seen by the man on the moon
or heard by the Almighty?
Today is Succos, the holiday of the harvest,
In the middle of the road, I give thanks
for the black-eyed peas in the chili I made
and hope that the black man someday
will be free.