Quiet descended on our house around noon. After so much congenial conversation the house seemed empty and abandoned, Bella, our poodle, was bereft with her petter gone. I had a nap.
Last night was great fun. While I was cooking supper (gnocchi w mushroom sauce), Vince face-timed his cousin Carmelo in New Orleans to ask a few questions about the wine we were having with supper. Carmelo is a chef and owns one (or more?) well known restaurants in the Big Easy but he was generous with his time. While I was cooking the mushroom sauce I got a private cooking lesson! Pats of butter were added (more! more!), and some was rolled into a ball, then rolled around in flour to make a roué. The sauce turned out great ;-) And the wine was a treat.
Carm had a wonderful time getting to know his cousin and while it seemed at times that I was in the middle of two brain dumps, I enjoyed watching them get on together. There was no fear that there'd be nothing to say... both men are intelligent and remember absolutely every detail about everything - I wish I had 1/2 as good a memory. Vince is a pipeline inspector and has a broad knowledge about erosion, animal species preservation, plant life, to name just a few of his specialties. We hope that he visits again :-)
Yesterday we had talked about a short snow shoe this morning, as it turned out we were all a bit bleary eyed from the late night (I know I was), but we had the ready excuse that it was -28C with the wind-chill.
Friendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . ." ~C.S. Lewis