Soup, Sandwiches, and SUN

Pssst. . . lean in.  I don't want to speak too loudly.
Just in case Mother Nature is listening.
But as of noon today, we have not had any rain.

When you have had rain every day

for longer than you should have rain every day,

this is big.  Say hallelujah!  Sunshine.  It's a Good Thing.

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So is lunch.

Come join Rudy, Howard, Anne and me for lunch in the Sunroom.

Rudy the Ghost is our collective conscience.  Click here if you want more on Rudy.

  Back on Sunday, Anne made lunch for us.

Now this is a real tablescape.  Not one put together for a blog post.

(Which most of mine are, but shhh don't tell.)

She fixed The Great American Lunch:

A mug of Campbell's Cream of Tomato Soup, and a Grilled Cheese Sandwich.

This is pretty much the only time we use American Cheese.

'Cause it makes a lovely, melty grilled sandwich, well done, on rye.

Howard not being a fan of American Cheese, Anne put provolone and

hard salami on his, and I have to admit that it looks pretty dang tasty.

"But why," I asked my daughter, "did you cut them lengthwise?"

"Most people (meaning me) cut sandwiches cross-wise."

"Because," answered my logical and creative-thinker daughter,

"these pieces are longer, thinner, and therefore easier to dunk."

And so they were.  They fit beautifully into the mugs of soup.  No mess.

I never would have thought of this.

Having grown children can be quite humbling.

On the table - pumpkin lunch plates from WalMart, woven pumpkin place mats from ???,

Halloween napkins I sewed back in 1874, my favorite green plaid mugs given to me by a

high school friend of my daughters, a soup spoon from our Williamsburg Scroll flatware,

and on the right of this picture, Howard still in his suit and tie from Sunday morning.

I really am enjoying my new baby Canon camera, so I'm taking lots of pictures.

I am out of Nikon hell.

OH!  One more thing.

See that chair across the table?  It's one of four we bought last year,

for one dollar apiece, and they are really nice, sturdy shield back chairs, by Drexel.

But . . . they are old, and their once lovely finish is pretty kaput.

I am planning on painting them a creamy white, and then I've got a plan for the seat covers

that involves vegetables, and the borrowed talents of daughter Anne.

She hasn't committed to this project yet, but when she sees me fumbling along on my own,

I have confidence that she will take pity and pitch in.

I fibbed.

There is one more ONE MORE THING.

On Sunday, Howard jotted some notes on the morning's bulletin.

I will pay ONE MILLION DOLLARS to anyone who can

accurately translate all of his chicken scratches.

Okay, I fibbed again.  I won't pay anything.

But seriously . . . 

Back many years ago, when Howard and I were working as reporters,

I asked him for some information he'd jotted down in his notebook.

"Sorry, can't give it to you," he said.

"Oh, come on," said I, "you can't be that competitive!"

"No," he said, "but it's been too long since I wrote it, and now I can't read it."
The kicker?  He had made his notes the day before.

To whomever invented the typewriter -- bless your heart.

Linky Parties!

It's Tablescape Thursday at Susan's Between Naps On The Porch blog.  Click here, my pretties!

At Coloradolady's blog, it's Vintage Thingies Thursdays.  Click here!

And No Minimalist Here blog hosts an Open House Party.  Click here!