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Sunday, May 16, 2010

13 At Dinner

So we cancelled Saturday's 90th Birthday Party for my Dad because of his indisposition; luckily he's feeling a bit better today.

And in place of 45 guests at That Old House, we ended up with 13 around our dining room table last evening: my sister and Howard's sister, with their husbands, 2 nieces, my 2 daughters and a boyfriend, and . . . my cousin Judy and her husband Edd, who live 2 hours away on Long Island.

Now why were Judy and Edd there?
Because I had forgotten to tell them
that my father's party was rescheduled for June 5th.

They are good sports, bless them.

I managed a last-minute order from our wonderful and very patient caterer, and it turned out to be the least stressful dinner party ever. We ate a lot, laughed a lot, munched through 3 boxes of frozen Girl Scout cookies and 3 leftover Dunkin Donuts for dessert, and raised a glass, or three, to my Dad in absentia.

I didn't even think to take pictures.

But Howard was out bright and early this morning,
snapping intimate shots of some of the Iris blossoms.

This purple fellow is next to the sunroom foundation.

Love that funky fringe-y thing -- blond with white roots.

Miss Orchid-and-White Iris blooms in the border along the stone wall behind the house.

Her fringe-y thing is quite spectacularly orange.

And because I am obsessed with our grapes, a peek:

Remember when the leaves were the same size as the tiny grape clusters?
Now the leaves are ju-mongous compared to the itsy bitsy grape babies.
We will have to strip out some leaves so the sun can reach the fruit.


Dion had heard that 13 is an unlucky number at a dinner table, and he
was hoping that meant the Chicken Marsala would be dropped SPLAT
on the kitchen floor as the kids brought it in from the caterer.

Alas, it was not to be. Our 13 was plenty lucky.

And Dion had his own bit of luck; no bath!

Enjoy this spectacular Sunday. The days are really all spectacular, aren't they? -- Cass


  1. Cass, I'm so glad that Dad is better and it sounds like a great day anyway! Have a great Sunday!
    xoxo Pattie

  2. I find the unplanned parties always seem to be the most fun...especially for the hosts. I understand your obsession with the grapes. Our vines are three years old and the birds seem to beat us to the best ones! Aren't they cute when they are just forming?

  3. I miss the dinner parties most since I went back to work. They were always at our house and we often ended up with overnight guests.
    Chicken Marsala is one of my favorites. I can't believe you forgot to tell people the party was postponed. Ha. Lucky you were home.

  4. Sounds like you had a fun time. Just about anything tastes good when in good company.
    Have a great week.

  5. I enjoy impromptu parties -- they are the best!!!! You don't get stressed because you don't know they're going to happen!!!! I'm glad you had a grand time and 13 is "nothing"!!!

    And Dion, how lucky NOT to have a bath!

  6. Sounds like my kind of dinner party. The flower photos are amazing! Best wishes for your Dad.

  7. So sorry to hear your father was not well! I hope he continues to recover nicely! Sounds like you had a lovely evening despite! That's wonderful! Love the iris photos! How exciting to see the grape photos too!

  8. Wonderful pictures. I hate to plan. Last minute is the only way to go. The less stressful the more fun for you. Best Wishes to all.!!!!

  9. Your little doggie is soooooo cute. Poor thing, not being fed right I see. :)

  10. Sounds like all went well even when the plans changed. I guess being flexible is the key
    to anything these days.



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