We gathered, yesterday. A birthday, friends in town, and we congregated. First, at a restaurant. Which left me in pain, so I had to come home to find any kind of comfort, (damn the back, damn the chairs.) Friends, being friends, followed along in time, with D- who I insisted stay a while longer and get a ride with R.
Expecting perhaps five, thirteen adults and a lovely two year old filled this place with talk and laughter. I found space on the rug, after making pots of tea. This would not have happened in Boston, even if we could have fit so many in our tiny space there. Moby even came out to say hi, tolerate a toddler's petting, eat a bit, lurk under the loaded sofa, then retreat under the bed.
I wish I'd been more conscious, less distracted by central nervous system. Still, so good to see people, feel surrounded and embraced. Healing, hopeful.
Good to see happy couples, smart and brave children, geekerie in all it's glory, single guys at the center, just people, talking.
We even gathered enough toys to keep the Short One happy, George, the Inflatable Emperor Penguin was a hit, as well as the green superball.
I considered the sink of dishes, rejected it as irrelevant, eminently deferrable, gladly done much later. No sharable food in the place, but then, they'd all just eaten.
Only the stench of one person's too much perfume (gods I hate perfume) lingers as irritant. Even that I just deal with, incense, windows open wide. (I had to ask later who she was, FOAF, ok, fine.)
That here is where the gang can drop in, unannounced, welcome, no fuss, makes us both happy. Don't bother calling first, take your chances on if we will be home, or if the place will be clean, stop by. Be nice if friends we don't know are introduced, but we won't quibble.
Moby may appear for adoration, as is his due.
5 comments:
sounds great,apart from your back, which must have been distracting at the very least. The sort of family and friends you are happy to have turn up unanounced are the best, I reckon.
Heal Z. heal.
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Can't understand how you can tolerate the pungency of incense and not the more subtly blended perfumes. Kindly explain your olfactory oddness. If you make it over here I'll have to forego my Coco, I suppose.
Anna, the clinging nature of perfume makes me ill, snarls my sinuses, lingers in my sofa for days. The Japanese incense is woody and light, the scent clears the other odors, then it too leaves. I hate strong Indian incense. That, too, turns my stomach.
Most people wear way too much perfume, no longer able to smell it themselves. I can pick up aftershave yards away. Heavily scented soaps, fabric softeners, even cleaners with masking odors, irritate badly.
This has become more pronounced over the years. My mother had the same strong aversion to cologne.
If. I can barely manage a trip to San Diego to visit my dear friend. Hard to imagine further afield at the moment. Wear your Chanel with joy.
Bravo Moby! Japanese incense sounds interesting...eq
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