Reality Sinks In

Ok. We're at day number two and the idea of blogging day in and day out is beginning to sink in. This is going to take work -a commitment even. It's sort of like a marriage. We're going to have to dive in and go the distance....

So let's start with last night's "Platter Incident". A second wedding anniversary gift from a second husband and one of those rare gifts that had real meaning, presence and purpose. Awed, I kept the platter on an alter in my kitchen. I'm talking prime countertop real estate. Propped up on a stand in the corner so you couldn't miss it, directly under a spotlight so that all of it's gleaming beauty hit you the moment you stepped into the room -and it slayed me everytime.

Of course I used it. In fact, last night even. I gingerly removed it from the alter, passed it off to the husband who loaded it with perfectly cooked steaks and then landed it, with the expertise of a glider pilot(think Captain Sully), to the center of a table surrounded by six wonderful friends and dinner guests.

We ate, we drank, we desserted. The candles burned low, we laughed and the music got louder. And eventually, the soiled platter, along with everything else on the table - including the crystal - were safely navigated back to the countertop where they awaited a washing.

Way past this Cinderella's curfew the guests left, chortling down the street, while we waved goodbye from the doorway with huge grins on our faces.

Oh, if we only knew what would come next. Would we have changed anything?

Yes! The part where, once the door was closed, I padded back to the kitchen, picked up the platter and set it on the floor so the dog could enjoy the steak juice. He did his part, and then left the scene. And I, with the grace of a......(which bird analogy should I use here? Gooney bird? Chicken?) anyway, it was a jerky action, and I dropped something (I'm not going to incriminate myself by mentioning anything more on this point) let's just say that regardless of what was dropped..... it landed directly on the platter, shattering it to pieces.

So there you have it. Reality sinking in. My kitchen looks sad today. It's empty without the platter. But I have to say, we have some incredibly fun friends....