Sophie had Lila over for lunch. Lila is a year and a half older than Sophie and Sophie worships her. She bounced off walls in anticipation and when Lila got here Sophie barely touched the ground bouncing from room to room to show Lila her toys, her paints, her movies. They made their own little pizzas and we cut up some red peppers and sugar snap peas. There were games of hide and seek, drawings, and a good amount of time spent in the mucky back yard digging for worms.
Then a couple of friends came over for the Canadian Saturday night tradition of hockey on the television. I rescued the barbecue from behind a pile of lumber and lit it for the first time since moving into this house. Some incredible grain fed, hormone free pork ribs were jerk spiced and slow barbecued (an hour on the grill), spicy curried beans and rice, and chicken for desert. Wine and beer, of course, and long conversations about the politics of the Olympics, who wrote "that song" on the Lost Boys soundtrack, room mates, and Sophie (still bouncing) staying up way too late as kids love to do when the adults are socializing (I remember doing the same as a kid).
Getting back to the fundamentals is a good thing. It feels like ages since I was here but the shoes still fit and are comfy so I might walk around for a bit, check things out.
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