soup's on

lynda is here.  we're a bottle of wine in and laughing a lot!  christopher is teaching her how to make the sauce for the pasta and i'm writing and keeping the kitten from biting our heels and eating the salami.

jealous?

to dust or not to dust ...

dear lynda,

considering he just uttered the phrase, 'i can only find one sandal,' i cannot guarantee the state of things when you arrive at christopher's home tomorrow. 

the desk will be a mess.  the kitten will be all over the place.  but... the table will be set, the food will be divine and a good time will be had by all.

including the dust bunnies.

can't wait!

:) leigh anne

new look

new look for the blog. what do you think?

yes!

yeah!!!   we have our first 'yes.'   here's what lynda said:

OK, so I had to wait for the tears to clear my eyes before I could reply to your wonderful, touching post. I accept with great honor the invitation. Mexican or Italian. Ice cold Pacifico or Bombay Sapphire & Tonic. Anything but music that is yelling at me...........I can't wait !!!

dinner is at 7 p.m. on wednesay, june 16.   (i should probably inform the chef!)

closer to home

hey, would you look at that?  i finally published my letter.  it took forever, because as it turns out, it's harder writing to someone i know than someone i don't. 

for those of you not in the know ... lynda is a dear friend i work with.  she is funny and kind and generous beyond words.  she's the only person i know who takes vacations to volunteer.  (she also takes vacations with her girlfriends where they do nothing but drink wine and well, i don't know what else ... she had me at 'drink wine.')

not long ago, she went to haiti for a week.  she will never be the same, i imagine.  and i intend to learn why. 

so close and yet, so far

dearest lynda,

we still work in the same building, don't we?  i think i remember seeing you ... as one of us was coming or going or dealing with something on fire.  what does it say about me that i communicate with you more via facebook than in person?  what does it say about me that even after recognizing it, i'm doing it again?

this time, though, there's a good reason ...

i would like to invite you for dinner. 

i'd like us to sit, with a cocktail, and christopher cooking something remarkable (maybe on the grill?), and have a proper chat about our lives. 

i'd like to know how you came to be in the place that you have chosen for your life ... i want to know what inspires your tremendous generosity and your fiercely loyal friends and your great, loud laugh.

bring your favorite stories and pictures of haiti and your other trips (whether with friends or with your church) and prepare yourself for a ton of questions, great food and what i am sure will be an evening the others will envy.  (my, don't i have a high opinion of myself?)

we can't wait to have you in our home ...

much love,

leigh anne

p.s.  the questions begin now ...

a) what is your favorite food?
b) what is your favorite cocktail?
c) every dinner party playlist should include ...?

why yes, i am a slacker. thank you for asking.

yeah, yeah, yeah.  i've missed a few wednesdays. 

i had a cold ... and i can't write if i can't think and i can't think if my brain hurts and there's a cough rattling my ribcage.

then one wednesday, i had to work. 

then my car broke drown.  literally.  the brakes fell out.  they're fixed now and i can stop whenever i want. 

and last week, i was just plain lazy. 

so, a new letter is coming soon.  wednesday, to be exact. 

maybe sooner. 

unless something distracts me.