That Empty Feeling
So, today was supposed to be a party day. After I impulsively made the invitation early in the week, several of our Long Beach chums agreed to come out. The plan was a nice lunch at a downtown trattoria, followed by champagne and dessert at the Rancho. Sadly, it was not to be … sickness, previous engagements, Superbowl parties … suddenly it was off. Which was really for the best as Paul was not feeling that well either. Sigh. I was really looking forward to blogging about it, too. But, why waste a clean house? This is that post, only with less fun and festivity. Living room looks great, right? That’s Ricky and Charles Boyer on the TV. Lucy marathon today …
No one’s hanging out in the kitchen. Sunny, though. Nice pops of color.
Intermittent sunlight today. All kinds of space. Really warm, too.
Absent revelers, the backyard’s sightlines are uninterrupted. A slight breeze breaks the hush.
Under the weather, Paul contents himself with a sunny window seat and some reading. He assures me the wine will store. Sigh. I guess.