Our friends Tita and John know how to live.
Nothing complicated. Tita grew up in the Midwest (Wisconsin, to be precise) and she just doesn’t have time for any folderol, frou frou, or silliness. She and I have been friends for nearly 20 years and she has been my guide in all that is good through these years. John pretends to be a curmudgeon, but he has about the biggest heart of anyone I know. Lu loves them both. (”Titajohn!” she calls them.)
During the dog days of summer, just after Danny’s birthday and just before mine, Tita and John invited us over for a picnic. Nothing complicated. Potato salad. Deviled eggs. Pickles. Carrots. Cheese. Cashews. Apples with cinnamon. And slices of summer sausage. We all reached for those first.
Lu ran through the sprinklers. We played a game of croquet. Nothing else was in our minds besides the sun, the company, and the good food we had just eaten.
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Sometimes the simply things are the best. Thanks for the reminder that it doesn’t take a whole lot for a great day!