"They don't know it yet, but Mom & Dad, or Granny & Grandpa, or Gma & Gpa, or Don & Merlene, are having soup at their house Wednesday evening at 6:30 with Paul and me. Every one of you is invited to join us! (They know we're coming; I just didn't tell them the soup and you all are coming, too.)
Beautiful Soup, so rich so green,
Waiting in a hot tureen
Who for such dainties
Would not stoop.
Soup of the evening
Soup of the evening,
Soup of the evening Beautiful Sou-oop
Beautiful, Beautiful Soup...
I love Lewis Carroll. So last night, New Year's Eve, we had four generations of Websters gathered at my parents' house in Oklahoma. And some of them brought soup as well! Ages 9 months-86 years old. That's a good family eve.
And now we are back home, that Spouse o' Mine and I. It's quiet in the house, and I suppose this would be a good afternoon to commence with my New Year's resolution. It's a simple scheme, in theory. There is only one sentence to it, from Pearl S. Buck:
"Order is the shape upon which beauty depends."
That's simple enough, I think, for my 2015.
I'll get back to you on how this shapes my year. Cheers!