>Nikki Hardin’s (publisher of skirt! Magazine) Morning Muse from last Friday included a link to a poster site called “Advice to Sink In Slowly” . I downloaded one of the posters (right) because it reminded me of why I need other people—not only “feedback” (as the poster says) from my writing critique buddies, but also just the human connection.
Like the human connection we made with our supper club, which met at our house Friday night. It was our last meeting while Hannah and Matthew are still in town (they’re moving next month) which made it even more special… and my daughter, Beth, joined us., since she’s living at home this summer, doing an internship with an architectural firm.
We missed Ethan, who had a conflict… and, well, we ate his leftover steak tonight. Sorry, Ethan.
And I cropped Matthew out of the only picture I got of him because his mouth was full, and I think he would prefer I don’t publish a picture of him with his mouth full on my blog. Right, Matthew?
Okay, so there are no pictures of me at dinner club, which is probably a good thing because I ate way too much and probably looked as full as I felt all night.
And the excerpt from a poem by Rupert Brooke on the bottom of the label was perfect… although we couldn’t see the “white fire of moonlight” here in midtown with the tall houses and trees. My friend, Herman, saw it, from a canoe on his lake down in Hernando, Mississippi last night!
And we always end the day up on the balcony of City Grocery with a round of drinks and relaxed conversation as we watch the sun begin its descent and the locals stroll around the square greeting friends in the warm, down-home way that happens in small towns all over the South.
Ya’ll come back now, you hear?
We’ll be back in July!