Dining

I suppose there are two reasons for the lack of dining in my circle of friends.  One, we are mothers.  We scramble to pull on a clean shirt to meet each other by 7:30 pm after we have read our little ones two books and convinced them to stay in their beds for the night.  Having ate left overs for dinner at 5:30, we aren't much in the mood for a meal.  And that brings us exactly to the second reason, money.  May it be the economy, may it be the need to buy little shoes and longer skirt lengths for our sprouts, or may it be our own induced budget of $100 for odds and ends each week (and our personal baggage of guilt that we might waste that $100 on our selves.)  Either way, would we buy a meal and dine at 8:00 pm as the restaurant is being shut down for the evening?

My mother was honored as an artist at the Rocky Mountain Quilt Museum last evening.  Desiring a companion to the event, she hired a sitter for me.  We travelled the 50 minute drive down to Golden, Colorado through a deluge.  As the sun popped out to warm the evening, we dined.  I can not remember the last time I dined on scrumptious gnocchi with a pesto and shrimp sauce.  It was worth taking each bite slowly.  And, I could.  There was no one I had to take to the bathroom nor to interrupt our conversation.  Conversation.  Now that is the marvel idea for dining.  To talk about literature, religious archetypes, and a little bit about the President.  Aw, to dine at a leisurely pace when the sun was still warming the cement outside.

Thank you, Mom.  And, the opening at the gallery was quite lovely too.  Congratulations.