For days the living room has been filled with coffee cups and laptops. Everyone settles in with a notebook and a Bible and his current C.S. Lewis selection. Then they go to the thrift store and buy hip outfits.
I want permission to post the Winter 2010 Look Book when Giles gets back from hiking.
After dinner they get out Bella's guitar, lure Clara to the piano, and sing and sing. They like obscure new hipster worship music, and the very oldest, most mountainy hymns.
It all ended with a perfect Sunday--groovy outfits to church, a massive nap pile on the couch, and then an all-out session in the kitchen. Paul, who is Cajun, presided over my very largest pot full of genuine gumbo, served the real way with potato salad. Giles cut up a chicken (I couldn't believe my eyes), while Alejandro diced massive piles of onions and peppers, his architectural background evident in the tiny precision of his chopped vegetables. They had their favorite music on and the girls and I made cookies by dodging between everyone. So fun!
Now Paul has gone home (by train, so indie), and Giles and Alejandro and braving some very cold nights backpacking. They should be fine, though, Alejandro totaled up the number of calories they were each carrying and it came out to 23,000. Whew.