sunday supper

It's only Saturday, I know... but Leslie arrives from New York on this lovely March 1st! Yippee, and, already? I've been diligently working on my thesis so as to fully enjoy these next few days hosting. On the agenda: Sunday brunch at Cafe Madam, an afternoon along the canal, three days in Basque country (!), an evening at L'Institut Finlandais, an exhibition (or ten), and wine at Verjus, etc.

Now back to this whole "Sunday supper" thing; the Northern Spy occasion at which I last saw Leslie (and Anna, and Elaine). What a comforting treat that was. In between bites of mixed greens, lamb shepards pie, and chocolate panna cotta, we laughed through trials and tribulations of the twenty-something adventure. There wasn't a strand of doubt nor worry in my head as I took the train home.

Once safe and sound in my bed, I spent a few minutes reading Looking for Alaska. Debra had lent it to me. It was my first John Green book. And though I didn't absolutely love the story as she had, I was impressed with the ending; an essay by the protagonist on religion, faith, "the Great Perhaps." My favorite line: "We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreperably broken."

He's a wise one, that John Green (if Pinterest is any indication). This morning, I looked up more quotes from his other works and especially appreciated this Paper Towns one: "What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person." As well as: "What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable?" from An Abundance of Katherines. So good. Alright. Well, I suppose that's enough deep thought for one day :) I'm off to meet my darling friend who's visiting me again.