{"id":833,"date":"2014-07-15T03:36:00","date_gmt":"2014-07-15T03:36:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.talkinggrid.com\/dev\/?p=833"},"modified":"2014-07-15T03:37:53","modified_gmt":"2014-07-15T03:37:53","slug":"thanksgiving-april","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/talkinggrid.com\/dev\/thanksgiving-april\/","title":{"rendered":"Thanksgiving in April"},"content":{"rendered":"

Dinner Matters<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dearest Loyal Talkinggrid Supporters,<\/p>\n

We ride up to the sunrise, catching it as it lashes about\u2026<\/p>\n

a meeting in the morning\u2026. sunrise happening again and coffee roasted.<\/p>\n

Perfection in a tea cup. Ah!<\/p>\n

Last night, we had the pleasure of dining at the most thoughtful hostess\u2019s home. It was, thanks to her and her husband\u2019s hospitality T H A N K S G I V I N G in April, last night! Yet…<\/p>\n

She is a vegetarian. Yet, last night she served a delicious thinly sliced roasted fish, pesto and plain noodles, organic asparagus, lentils, bread, and more delicious conversation than I have had since, the other guest last night, my dearest friend invited me to her home, a magical place, with a big garden overlooking the canyon, where the children bounce and borrow books from each other. I sit in the corner of, transport pad\u2026 launch, from domestic cozy space-to-the-universe kitchen, with tall pint of dark Irish inspiration, talking with whichever one of her rustic tribe of hand-picked misfits\u2026 a curly haired Caribbean woman, vague and obscure, in San Diego via New York sits across from me jabbering on the ins and outs of hand made Japanese paper and book binding techniques\u2026 the kind of arcane topic WE ART NERDS live for. Pleasure!<\/p>\n

Recently, just over a week ago, last Saturday night, we attended a lovely house warming party. We laughed standing around the hibachi drinking beers and talking about weaving pipe cleaners with artist Don Porcella<\/a>. Social life in San Diego\u2026 isn\u2019t hurting. I\u2019m happier here, than in LA, where without an active Film Project one is invisible\u2026 not always a sad state. Yet, I like it better here and in New York. (I really must POP into Manhattan, soon\u2026 I have old art buddies to see\u2026 intimate art chats to have\u2026 digital video documents to create.)<\/p>\n

Last night, I sat at the table zoning out, feeling bliss. Thanking goodness that my friends and I were born to host and entertain, to love and to maintain. I think. Yes\u2026 our garden<\/p>\n

F L O W E R S!<\/p>\n

The same group of friends, we take turns entertaining each other\u2026 we are very different from each other\u2026 glowing shades of an ideal female goddess, a mother, THE Muse\u2026 these women are my sisters, much a kin to the beautiful pet, egg laying, chickens\u2026 one white, another brown, another a fabulous GOLD chicken, clucking in the immaculate rectangle of rectangles and trees, heavy with long yellow fruit\u2026 into the evening and night we talk about all the little details too tender for public discourse\u2026 we share these morsels of self with each other\u2026 rambling…we feast in each other\u2019s company. We are more than mere dinner companions<\/a> (notice: the Latin root\u2026) WE break bread, together. WE are surrogate family to one another, giving each other warmth and some\u2026 shit, sometimes, a little\u2026 But, only me, I\u2019m the only one that doesn\u2019t always understand everything. I\u2019m the rudest of the three tactful and trustworthy women. Fortunately, they forgive me and overlook my short comings time and again.<\/p>\n

Unfortunately, can not we see each other each and everyday. There was a point, when we had babies that we all lived in the same neighborhood, that was when we founded our timeless, untamed, and delicious bond. Our friendship was established on the firm ground of affinity and now has roots in the passage of time and in the accumulation of memories, efforts, and shared news. Fortunately, we live in the same city. Thus, we are able to get together in turns, at least once per month. We are mothers. We work. We guide our children\u2019s growth. We have projects, deadlines\u2026 stress\u2026 we carry the burden\u2026 among us\u2026 we laugh, making light of our personal troubles.<\/p>\n

Last night, the Champagne, hit the spot!<\/p>\n

The Children ate at their own al fresco<\/em> table. We sat inside and forgot about them. They are big kids now\u2026 they don\u2019t need us, so much, anymore. They ran around, wearing funny hats after dinner, and my kids sang a Roland Kaiser<\/a> song to the Irish-American-Mexican, by choice\u2026 Best Friend. She could not believe<\/em> how well the children sing in German!<\/p>\n

Three couples and their children\u2026 we have known, for a decade\u2026 we are dear to each other. We form a group, an extended family. It is marvelous to watch the children grow, together. They know each other so well. They are a team of sorts, each growing his or her own way, as we all have, over the years\u2026 We three mothers became friends years ago\u2026 having met in a mother\u2019s group and founded a mother\u2019s Book Club; over copious amounts of Vueve Cliquot<\/a> and petite fours\u2026 which thrives to this day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Dinner Matters Dearest Loyal Talkinggrid Supporters, We ride up to the sunrise, catching it as it lashes about\u2026 a meeting in the morning\u2026. sunrise happening again and coffee roasted. Perfection in a tea cup. Ah! Last night, we had the pleasure of dining at the most thoughtful hostess\u2019s home. It was, thanks to her and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":835,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[22],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-833","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-cultural-commentary"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/talkinggrid.com\/dev\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/MP900422714.jpg?fit=1280%2C852&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/talkinggrid.com\/dev\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/833","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/talkinggrid.com\/dev\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/talkinggrid.com\/dev\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/talkinggrid.com\/dev\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/talkinggrid.com\/dev\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=833"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/talkinggrid.com\/dev\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/833\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":834,"href":"https:\/\/talkinggrid.com\/dev\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/833\/revisions\/834"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/talkinggrid.com\/dev\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/835"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/talkinggrid.com\/dev\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=833"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/talkinggrid.com\/dev\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=833"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/talkinggrid.com\/dev\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=833"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}