Sharing Meals, and Good Times.

It's been a whirlwind of visiting more friends, and family, and it feels so good. I managed to find Margie at her shop called "Mostly Clay," in Pittsford. Margie has been running the gallery for about 28 years. She is dedicated to featuring local ceramic artists and potters in her gallery. I used to sell my work there. I met her at the Genesee Co-op, many years ago. I went on to the Turk Hill Pottery school, and studio, but missed Carol Bell. Apparently Carol's son is getting married and she was not available. But I got to see her place, and it was quite impressive. I also managed to hit up the bakery downstairs and and the lemon bars were "death by lemon." OMG. After a quick walk down the Erie Canal in Fairport, I met my friend Nancy, at the Panera's in Greece. Even though I've been back to Rochester a few times over the years, it's been at least 10 years since Nancy and I have had the opportunity to meet. It felt so good as if we never skipped a beat, and we closed down the restaurant before parting ways. We vowed to catch up on a road trip someday... hopefully soon. I also met up with my Aunt Angela, and Uncle Marv, who happened to be in town from Minnesota. Angela is my Mom's sister, and we spent the afternoon together, laughing, and reminising. They also came to the "Ultimate Birthday Bash." The next lunch was actually "The Loud Lunch." "The Loud Lunch" is a group of artists that have gathered for many years to share a dish to pass amongst colleagues. In this case we decided to meet at Panera's Bakery. It was just the clay artists, Jan, Jo Ann, and myself.  Back in the day it was usually 10 or 12 of us but seems to be getting more difficult to gather us all together. Even though I wished for a bigger turnout, it was very sweet just having the three of us to share a much more intimate conversation. It was a wonderful day and the ending by another visit to Marina's piano lessons where she was learning another song, and coaching on her scales.

There is a noticeable sound to the evening. There is a maturing of the summer now, in August, as the crickets, frogs and the evening chirping takes hold. I no longer see the June and July fireflies, but I hear the sounds of the night that seem much more profound. It's humid, it's hot, and it's lucky to get down below 75 degrees overnight. But with all my windows open, and with JoJo standing guard, it's actually quite soothing and relaxing.

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