New Friends

"Yes'm, old friends is always best, 'less you can catch a new one that's fit to make an old one out of." - Sarah Orne Jewett

I think I've caught some new friends fit to make old friends out of. Thank you, blogland! Liz and Kelly came over for dinner on Saturday night with their husbands Jon and John, and with Liz it was once again, like the first time I met Kelly, not at all like meeting someone for the first time! I already knew she was a kindred spirit and it was just so easy and pleasant. I wish they lived in town rather than a few hours away, and I wish Kelly and John weren't moving away! Jim and I enjoyed ourselves so much drinking wine with them and talking and laughing. Alexandra came over a bit later, and it was a delighful Easter Eve. I look forward to seeing you all again soon! (Alexandra certainly tonight and perhaps Kelly too at the Anne Lamott event!)
Easter was also lovely, and piggy wasn't missed at all. The carrot soup turned into a carrot/yam/apple/butternut squash soup, as somehow every orange vegetable in the house leapt into the pot, and it was SO good I will try to put up the recipe, which I had better write down before I forget it. My mom also made an aperatif for between courses, a palate cleanser, if you will, of raspberries and gelatin and prosecco (dry Italian champagne) that was like a frizzante jello cocktail. So fun! My niece Izzy had asked that she please not be the only one to hunt eggs this year while we all stand around and watch her (she's growing up!) so we did a treasure hunt instead, with everyone having to track down their little present by deciphering clues in my parents' big house. We played a game, argued a little politics, ate dessert, and that was that.

Now this is completely off the subject but I feel compelled to repeat it because it is SO absurd. If you can't take another Tom Cruise freak story, this is not for you. Apparently, Tom stormed out of another interview, this time with a Swedish newspaper, but not until after the reporter asserted that Scientology cannot, in fact, cure dyslexia like Tom claims. This is what's so funny to me: Tom Cruise replied, "I'm going to admit you have the courage of a madman. This is something no journalist has dared say to me face-to-face." And then he drew his samurai sword and murdered the reporter. Okay, so he didn't, but if he wasn't going to, WTF? "Courage of a madman?" Huh? Who exactly does Tom Cruise think he is? Well, I've actually read that according to his Scientology "operating thetan" level, he can control animals with his mind, so maybe when the reporter went home that night his cats ate him in his sleep. Anyway, insanity can be SO diverting, especially when it involves famous short men. Just one last Tom Cruise freaktoid: when refuting the rumors that he and poor Katie are splitting up, he said something like, "I'm not going to let her get away." If somebody else had said it it might sound sweet, but coming from Tom Cruise, it just conjures images of leg shackles in the Scientology dungeon! Ick!