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| Mel, Eden, and Jamie, cozy in the cottage |
A visit from the
Frisco Alters (minus one) really brightened this rather discouraging day. They
were missing our sweet Maddie, who is in Boulder at school. But we celebrated,
late, sweet Eden’s fifteenth birthday (last Monday). She is already thinking
about schools and floored everyone by saying she didn’t have to go to school in
this country. Her dad said she should go wherever she wants, but her mom begged
for time saying maybe stay within range the first year. I suggested Canada as a
compromise and tonight wrote her about Queens and McMaster. She has long had
her hopes fixed on NYU, where an uncle is on the faculty. I also understand she
has her hopes pinned on a mini-Cooper. She got her learner’s permit first the
thing the morning of her birthday. These days they don’t teach driver’s ed in
schools (a pity) but she has taken six online hours for credit and now practices
with parental supervision. Her mom predicts she’ll be a good driver.
Since they were
arriving around eleven (actually made it close to eleven-thirty), I “went to
church” via the livestreaming. I was glad to be virtually there, but the music
is never as glorious between the computer and my hearing aids.
We went to Twig
at Clearfork for lunch, and I have to say lunch with my son is an experience.
He orders generously—appetizers for the table were calamari with artichoke
hearts (an odd combination but good), a flatbread, and French fries with
gorgonzola fondue—loved that fondue! Jamie ordered fish and chips, Christian
and I had hamburgers, and Mel and Jordan had steak salad—I should have followed
their lead. I made a bigger show than I usually do of wanting no bacon and rare
burger—it was well done but did have good flavor. I wouldn’t have complained,
but when I went to the restroom the kids told on me, and the restaurant sent me
home with a whole new burger, rare. I haven’t looked yet to see how rare it
really is.
Desserts, like
appetizers, for the table: drunken donuts, which I didn’t try but others said
were very rich and good; they came with a chocolate, a butterscotch, and what
appeared to be a vanilla sauce. Then there was a crème brulee and a generous
piece of lemon cheesecake. I zeroed in on the crème brulee.
It was a
leisurely lunch with lots of laughter and fun, and we were all overfed when we
came home. The Frisco family stayed a while, Jamie played his guitar, and then
they left, everyone having plans to watch the Oscars—which barely interest me.
Usually not at all, but tonight I think there will be commentary that I will
appreciate. Kimmel has said he won’t go too political, but we’ll see. After everyone
left, I took a nap, and then, bam!, it was dinnertime.
It’s nice when
one outstanding event sort of fills a whole day. I loved it. Tomorrow, back to
work and routine.
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