What the hell. I just re-heated my coffee in the microwave; I’ve read my emails; I’ve read your Facebook updates; I’ve played my Scrabble word; I’ve read all the blogs I read every morning; I’ve made my list of things to do for the day…so, I might as well write a little something for Not Alice this morning.
We’re playing matchmaker over here tonight. It’s our annual tying-of-the-bows night…it’s the evening when we host four florists from our church for dinner. After dinner, while Deb and I clean up the kitchen and get dessert ready, our florist friends tie about 100 bows for the annual Greens Workshop (which takes place this Sunday, December 5 from 2-4PM. Please come. It’s a great event).
One of our florist friends is divorced…she’s the mother of adult daughters, and we adore her. And, as you’ll recall, our friend Maria died exactly a year ago Thanksgiving night. Which left her husband Jim alone. On Sunday it occurred to me that our florist and Jim might just make a nice couple (they already know one another), so I asked our florist if she’d mind my including Jim in our dinner. She lit up. And I mean she lit up. So, I invited him. He jumped all over that invitation. Didn’t take him even a second to accept it.
Deb wonders if Jim’s “ready” to see anyone yet. My experience is that men get “ready” pretty quickly once they’re alone. I’ll let you know how it goes, okay?