Some of the best memories I have of my family have happened around the
kitchen table; funny stories, contentious games, exploits of the Boris Spassky Fan club, even the time the
power went out and we roasted whoppers on skewers over the candle
flames. At my Grampa's house the kitchen table was a picnic bench he'd made, and it was absolutely the soul of the house. In my heart, that's where my grandparents are always, talking and watching the birds outside the window.
My friend Time has been working on a house (where it is always summer), and yesterday he decided it needed a table. While I tried to school Jiminy on the good points of Vermont Cheddar, Time built his table with the super seriously swank table cloth. A few chairs later and we sat down to fish and chips.
I'm not sure when he added the magic, I must have missed it even though I was paying attention.
Time was kind enough to give me a copy, and I set it up in my mailbox. Soon I had visitors. With After-School-Special timing Shaggy asked us to share the highlights of our day. We proceeded to share all of our trials and tribulations. So much so that when the rolling restart loomed, we went to Time's house and sat right back down and continued.
Sometimes, we agree that our reality is going to be sitting around the kitchen table, shooting the breeze, and sometimes that happens when some of us most need it to happen, and thank goodness for that.
I love CTRL+SHIFT+H! I just started a blog called KitchenTableReport and would like to use the picture (credit and a link, of course). Do I have your permission?
Posted by: Traci | September 28, 2008 at 21:58
Traci - You do have my permission. :)
How did you get to this tiny blog?
Posted by: Moxie Grumby | September 29, 2008 at 09:05