Mornings are cool now, and the daily highs are in the seventies. You just can't beat weather like that.
My sister Maxine lives only forty miles away from me for six months of the year, so you'd think we'd see her quite a bit. We don't, though, and I'm terrible at keeping in touch by telephone because I don't like talking on the phone.
So last week I realized it's almost time for her to head to Mission, Texas, for the winter. I think we've seen her once since she got back home.
I know! It's unforgivable, really. And she's one of the sweetest people you'd ever meet.
So I called her Friday and invited her out to dinner (the noon meal) today. Cliff leaves for work at 2:30, but I figured this would give us some visiting time before and after the meal. Sunday it occurred to me that my cousin Betty and her husband hadn't seen Maxine for a long time, so I invited them to dinner too.
What a nice, laid-back time we had. I fixed Tex-Mex chicken and rice, ratatouille, fried okra, and biscuits (made with self-rising flour and buttermilk, of course). We had apple pie and ice cream for dessert. I love having people over for dinner who appreciate the meal, and these guests did.
Maxine admired the red hibiscus plant I started from seed that Betty gave me last fall, and I sent her the rest of the seeds; I'd kept them all this time in a sealed baggie. I won't need them any more, now that I have a plant going strong.
Now I'm asking myself, "Why did I wait so long to have these folks over for a meal?"