We had not.
But then we started.
We were looking up definitions of words in the dictionary while on the phone with Renee on Friday night because of course we were.
|Hello, Kirk and Suzannie!|
The Champagne of Beers goes a long way back with our Florida friends, who we spoke to Saturday morning . . .
It was brilliantly sunny weekend around here . . .
|Hello adorables, while also talking to Mom!|
Yes, Mistah was on the street. But yes, six feet. We are not barbarians.
Then Mistah had the great idea that we should have been asking people to send selfies of themselves while we were talking on the phone with them. Alas, we had not been. Alas, we never started. We therefore do not have a photo of Kat on the way to hike Bluff Point (Hi Kat!). And we do not have a photo of Nancy and Jonny while we were all drinking coffee in our respective homes on Saturday morning (Hey dudes). Nor do we have Christine or Ray & Joan on the Ides of March . . .
And although we do not have a photo of Jennie cooking ridiculously-delicious-sounding Arabian spinach Saturday evening, we do have a photo of us talking to Jennie whilst she was cooking ridiculously-delicious-sounding Arabian spinach Saturday evening . . .
|Oh, hello Jennie!|
We spoke to Lisa on Sunday afternoon, finally . . .
|Hey there, Lisa!|
And we had a few more six-feet-away walk-bys on Sunday afternoon, too . . .
|And hello again, our always-Lovelies . . .|
|I will wave to you from the front porch like the Pope *forever* . . .|
Again whilst on the phone with Mom. A lovely tradition we've developed.
But, the grandaddy -- well, more accurately -- the grandmommy of them all . . .
It was so cool and so fun and so gratifying and so fulfilling. Don't you love The Future?
|Hey, *you* try to get everybody in this crew |
to smile at the same time . . .
I did not take a screen shot of Mistah putting our vase of yellow tulips between me and my laptop, entirely blocking my face (which nobody noticed), or Julie substituting a dancing bottle of Tabasco for her face, or Jane yawning dramatically when I told everybody about the amazing meal Mistah had cooked the night before, or Julie trying to commandeer everybody's camera remotely -- "Mom! Hit decline!" -- or the subtle birds being flipped, or Mistah trying to feed Jacquie a bite of the breakfast he had cooked, or of all the breakfasts being cooked in real time . . . but I did get MB in the sun overlooking Broadway, and Jacquie with a fake but enticing Hawaiian background, and Ann and Mom and everyone right there in the future . . . right there in the Future right now.
Oh Mom. Oh my sisters. Even though some of us are still 12 (you know who you are), it was it utterly amazing to see all those darling faces at once . . . to connect with eachother . . .
As the late great E.M. Forster said, "Only connect."
See you all for Happy Hour on Tuesday. Thanks for your technical expertise, Jacquie.
Love you peeps out there. Be careful and stay safe.
And call eachother.