There has been much preparation around my house the past days--table cloths, napkins, napkin holders, serving dishes and utensils. There has been the making and baking of pies, the marinating of turkey, etc. There are many bottles of champagne. A breakfast casserole is in the oven now.
Last night as I was beginning to prepare the mussels and cook a very large sockeye salmon fillet, a friend stopped by. I asked him if he would like to eat.
Five hours later, I fell into bed. I don't feel so well this morning. He is good company, but I am mostly a recluse.
People will be stopping by all day. My mother will come and eat and drink. I don't know how many others to expect. This is how it all begins this year.
The weather is warm and yesterday we marketed by Vespa. Lunch on the Boulevard, etc.
Ili wants to put parades on the television. I want to play with my newly refurbished Black Cat Liberator camera. I have not done this for many years. Somehow the day will pass.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
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