Do any of you remember when I was trying to pick out a new kitchen table? Here it is.
Every afternoon at about 2:45 I head for the kitchen to get ready for the kids to come home. I make a fresh pot of tea and decant it into the carafe. I put out teacups and saucers and cookies and napkins.
The kids get home around 3:30--sometimes earlier, sometimes later. Typically we sit at the kitchen table and eat and drink and once in a while, when I'm really lucky, they tell me about their day.
Sometimes we have a hilarious time; sometimes the younger members of the party are somewhat glum.
(The youngest member will turn 13 later this month, which might explain that.)
After about 20 minutes, it's off to do homework or take a cello lesson or go to a rehearsal or get ready for karate.
And the homework. Today I helped someone write an essay on Inherit the Wind. A play that I've never read; a movie I've never seen.
It's actually pretty good.