.Tuesday, April 2, 2002

found object collage...from ebay

"Nakedness reveals itself. Nudity is placed on display... The nude is condemned to never being naked. Nudity is a form of dress."
John Berger

Late in the day, I catch a message between meetings from Forrest. Something like...how does duck breast sound for dinner. Well, great. Yes, it does. Then I get an e-mail from SuRu with the menu.

Turns out Gayle the bookkeeper is cooking for us in honor of Good Right Arm's 25th anniversary. (You get old. The anniversaries come hard and fast. You know where it leads. But you try not to think about it.) SuRu is a co-conspirator, showing up with funding and a bottle of champagne. A bottle of champagne, chilled avocado soup with sherry, duck with apricot brandy sauce and fresh asparagus with parmesan, whipped potatoes. Our whole house smelled like great cooking. She got a whole duck to get good breasts and cooked down the rest to freeze, um, for 'duck soup' later. Was very nice of her to do this. We did a bottle of cheap Merlot while cooking and a Duckhorn (1999) Merlot with Mr. Duck.

A night with no commitment has turned into a night with friends, great food and wine and some TV. (We watched the Sally Fields thing called The Court. Not intriguing. We watched NYPD Blue.) When the gals are gone, I do some clean up.

Relationships with friends are so important. Having someone who can actually cook in your kitchen, cooking. Yeah, we are Gayle's clients (she's been our bookkeeper for the last fifteen or more years), but mostly she's our friend and we do things for each other, gossip, hug. I've invited a couple of old friends over Friday night and I invite SuRu and Gayle to come as well. It seems that some friends come and go and certain ones take the journey with you. You never quite know how it happens.

JUST TYPING
Spending time.
The lure of having enough.
The agony of controlling it.
Worse than money.
Some spending can stop.
Time leaks, flees, runs away.