We had a wonderful lunch with friends at the Quaker meeting house today -- Gunilla, Jane and Wade, Anna, and Cia and I. We sat at the little table in the library, enjoying our lunches (which we each brought) and the company of friends. The conversation was lively and diversified, from poetry to Trump to whatever popped into mind. We are hoping to do it again, in different homes, maybe every month or two. 

Later, in the growing darkness, Cia and I, as we usually do, sat in front of the fire to talk and read -- the good fortune of two happy retired folks!