Thoughts Upon Beginning ‘The Hiding Place’

Last night I had a wonderful evening. It’s so good to see the world from another angle, once on a while. And on good company like yesterday, such occasions become truly memorable. (This is referencing a delicious dinner together with iivo and Laurie and Elanore at a local restaurant, which are now finally open again to us after the pandemic shit down of the past more than a year!)

I cold not resist and took The Hiding Place audiobook to bed with me. It is a good story, the way it started. It reminds me of life in Europe, which is in general much more - well - familial than here. The way the whole city responded to the 100-year birthday party of the shop is oh so true.

There is only one thing missing: the continuance of the story. I listened to it up to the moment when father came down the stairs for breakfast, punctual as always, when the story stopped. No pushing of buttons could  revive it, not even a re-start. It looks like the download stopped. We got to get together and ‘exchange thoughts.’ 

Until then, enjoy this beautiful day that’s shaping up!

Dinner Plates Shot Like Frisbees

I was planning to have dinner with iivo and Laurie this evening, but we have agreed to do that tomorrow or some other, dryer time. I rather get wet inside, than outside! Especially if I imagine sitting at a fine table with a fish or a lamb expertly prepared and faultlessly presented while we are shivering and dripping rainwater on the floor. We will do it tomorrow - or soon!

I just had my dinner at The Inn. Something called Adobo and served with a sauce that’s supposed to come from the Philippines.  I came down late, so I ran smack into the rush hour. Had to wait endlessly for anything and everything. Now I just got my dinner wine (Chardonnay) served together with my dessert (key lime ice cream). 

Oh well. We’ll prevail. It just reminds me of a movie scene where the dinner plates were shot to the guests like Frisbees.