Last weekend, while I visited my friend Nita up in Washington, Mauri was visited by Scott, our own personal tablemaker. Of course that meant he missed out on my fun and I missed out on his. Isn’t that how it goes sometimes?
He missed going to Nita’s friends farm, where she sells funky relics.
He missed this drive around the area of Longview and not seeing anything because of the smoke caused by nearby fires.
He missed the garage sale that offered this gem for $5. Nita couldn’t resist it.
I was especially sorry he missed The Cruise. He and Lee could have had a car/year-naming contest.
He missed witnessing the baptism of 10 followers of Jesus at a special combined service of the Duncans’ church.
He missed hearing lots of fascinating stories.
And he missed being shown the door when it was time to leave.
What did I miss? you wonder.
While there wasn’t a picture to show me what I missed, I heard there was coffee and conversation——and something left behind that was specially made for us as a gift to go with our table and benches.
Here’s a hint.
And now you know what we had for dinner tonight.