We had dinner with our friends Deb and Joan last night and it was fun. Bob brought a salad, which he made in THREE BOWLS. Since that's the title of this blog, he said he'd done my work for me. Deb baked a chicken in her new clay pot, which she bought at a garage sale. The succulent chicken came out of the oven with lots of broth, roasted carrots, potatoes and onions. She didn't put any broth in to begin with, just soaked the pot in water and then added the ingredients. Magically, the thing produced its own broth! I was impressed. Now I want a clay pot, too.
We had The Old People's Conversation: litanies of our various ailments, complaints about young people talking on their cellphones in public and much clucking of tongues about how the country has gone downhill since Our Day.
We used to talk about sex and heartache, about our dreams and plans for the future. Then the subjects changed to mortgages, house repairs and stock market investments. From there it went to retirement benefits, health insurance and 41Ks. And now we're here.
Still, it's good to travel through the decades with old friends.
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