|Not quite this many of us but double what we were. Photo by Alfred Eisenstaedt.|
At the high school across the street they have begun observing traditional June events, starting with the Sunday afternoon baccalaureate service. Graduation must be very near. Weddings, vacations, high points often originate in this prelude-to-summer month.
Difficult to say just when our events got under way. The first true milestone was that Sunday in early May when family, travelers from afar, arrived after a nearly 24-hour flight. We had not seen each other in 10 years. While they spent a week driving to and through parts of Northern California, we have had the unaccustomed joy of sitting together at the breakfast and dinner table. If there is no quote about laughter being the best seasoning, there ought to be. These are not ordinary days.
Some time ago our ancient apartment oven sparked itself into oblivion. We hoped to have its replacement in time for our guests, our event. The fact of its age and, accordingly, size made the search more lengthy than anticipated. Because time becomes one long and infinite loop of taffy for me, I think the new one was installed last Thursday, always welcome, never too late. It is a shiny creature and could probably challenge the computer on Jeopardy! I grow mute in its presence. Were it not built into the cabinet, we might have done a welcome dance around it.
The events roll on and include this week two NBA finals games which we hope to watch together, unless our visitors have an invitation too tasty to miss. I am doing my best not to think of their departure, the one event I would put off like the master procrastinator I am. Until then, picture us at the table with its blooming orchids centerpiece surrounded by coupons for take-out food. I think this is pizza night.