If Monday is the beginning of the week, then I ended last week marvelously! A trip out of town and down the road turned a regular afternoon into a time to smile, laugh, and feast on warm conversation. The food wasn't too bad either, and the nickels and dimes that were minutes turned to hours as they rolled quickly away and out of our grasps. I surely didn't want to part and say our goodbyes, almost as soon as we said our hello's, as it seemed to me.
But even though the most splendid of lunches came to an end, Jay and I only had time to do a quick regroup and reprimp for another event. We arrived promptly at 6:00 pm and were embraced by long ago friends still holding true. The outdoor splendor of the wildflower enhanced tables adorned the swirl of people that increased as the hour ticked forward. A glass of wine, a taste of rabbit pate, fried chicken with sweet potatoes and macaroons with hazelnut or citrus fillings were presented, as we lifted a sparkling flute to toast the occasion with hearts filled as surely as our appetites.
But Jay and I weren't finished. Another quick drive and we settled into a table to watch men with cases assemble their instruments onto the stage we faced. It was only a few sips of dark ale before the small room hung out the bouncing notes of sax, harmonica, and lead guitar. The jazzy float of melodies streamed past and into the night as the clock again pushed forward past the time to say goodbye.
A marvelous way to end an afternoon, a day, the week. And here I sit in a darkened hotel room, with a strong cup of coffee and nothing more to do than let the lovely time pass through my mind and spill over a page.
What a wonderful way to end a week and start a new.
TT
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