It takes time. It is not to be rushed. But time is valuable. Time is fleeting. Most of the time we don’t have enough. Not me. Time is something I have. Time to heal. Time to write. Time to learn French. Time to cook. I love to cook. Tonight I will cook fries. Perfect french fries. Not frozen. Not ready made. Perfect fries require time, patience, potatoes and oil. Not coconut oil. Just to be clear, we use that for faces around here. No this is real oil. For real fries. Real good French fries are cooked not once, but twice. That is what makes them perfect. I don’t have enough to invite you all over. Perhaps another time.
Today started with friends. Jason, Bob and Pam. They brought lunch. They also brought laughter and fellowship from FOX. Lunch and laughter, a gift from great friends. It continued with Stuart and Hugo. You might remember Stuart. He brought chicken wings a few weeks back. Today he brought Hugo. A big British fella who tells very funny jokes about Willie Nelson. The day ends with my family and perfect French fries. A damn fine day. Other than the obvious. My face continues to heal. The cracking-peeling-bleeding phase is not fun. It hurts. It hurts to wash my face. It hurts to put oil on my face. It is not pretty. My friends don’t seem to notice. That is because they are my friends. That and let’s face it; I have never been pretty. I occasionally look in a mirror. I see my messed up face. But in time it will heal. Time and friends. I am thankful I have plenty of both.
Take some of your time, reach out to a friend. I spoke with my dear friend last night. Tom lives in Hong Kong but it was like we were back in Rio Terrace. Old fellas reliving old times. There is no substitute for history and time when it comes to friends…
Day 29. Thanks for stopping by.