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These are my favorite parties that I did not have a hand in hosting.

As a kid, my birthday party was in our garage. I recall photos of pin the tail on the donkey behind my good friend and neighbor’s head. His head failed him shortly thereafter with a brain tumor and he was gone, and it had nothing to do with pin the tail on the donkey.

Another childhood party took place after we moved up the road from a dairy and we had a great time running through the pastures (my sister and I were dressed in blouses, skirts and Mary Janes) and building hay forts in the barn, boys vs. girls. With muck on our shiny shoes I don’t believe we went there for a while.

This is about adult parties (not that kind), and some of the best have come from out of the blue and we had nothing to do to plan them. Sadly, they were all going-away parties.

Shortly after we married we were off to another state and a friend said “Hey, I’ve a few people coming over tonight, don’t lift a finger, it’s all taken care of.” K brought the party to us with pizza and guests and we all had a great time. At the end she cleaned up and helped me pack up the wedding china my father bought me. What a good friend.

Sent to Scotland for a while we had a favorite restaurant owned by a former Italian cop. Yes. They had great pizza and mussels. We had to get up early for our flight home. The owner gave me Sicilian treats. I gave him my new Frank Sinatra CD of my favorite album of all time, Come Fly With Me.

My husband, who does not drink alcohol, was induced to sing a Texas song at the restaurant. He sang a passage from the classic El Paso. We moved tables and the entire Italian restaurant sang Back In The Heart of Texas. It hurt me to leave. He remembers it as a great party, as do I and  I still miss the bagpipes on the street. Plus their pizza and mussels. My grade school music teachers would be proud that I married one with such a great voice. Ah, his keyboard technique is better, not piano, computer……

We had a quiet gathering up in the mountains a few years ago with friends and co-workers. It was just good to get together with neighbors and everyone to celebrate our lives there. Good food and camaraderie, that’s what life is all about. Several had come to ski and take care of our dog Zoe while we were away so it was like family. We miss that place.

We miss the people from everywhere we’ve lived. Sometimes I wish we could settle down and have a small place in the country. Of course I’d need room for a chest freezer for dog food et al. I’ll ask about that as I know the expert.

Here’s to Tommy, my old friend, Dee

ps Of course there will be a guest room!

Series of Mishaps

Yesterday I was early to pick up our friend from the airport. My husband and his team have been working hard, late hours for a while now to get a certain project deployed. Last week I made them a blueberry-lemon trifle. Yesterday I had no time to do anything so I stopped by a local place to get some brownies and tarts. They told me to come around more often!

Then I headed to a bookstore, which I found, then ended up on local streets that took me far afield of the airport and by then our friend had her luggage and was waiting. It was made up last night with a nice dinner and five minutes of fireworks at the 2002 Olympic ski jump/bobsled and luge venue right across the street. I said they were for her.

So, today I took her first to the visitor center so she could find out what to do here for the next few days. Then we drove through Park City, to Deer Valley resort and off to Kamas for a visitor experience like no other. A drugstore that sells camping equipment, has a pharmacy, sheet music, lawn and home decorative items and a 1950’s lunch counter with the best burger in the state. Just like getting lost yesterday, it is closed every Thursday (even the pharmacy). I never knew because every few months my husband and I make a point of going there on a Saturday for lunch, and always bring out-of-state guests for the experience.

We headed back to “civilization” and hit one of my favorite burger and fries places, no muss, no fuss, just order at the counter and wait for your number to be called. But they know us there so we had a nice conversation.

We ran a few errands for camera batteries, food et al and one of Jim’s colleagues joined us for dinner. It was hastily planned so was to be a very simple dinner. I got a 2# pork loin. seasoned it and put stone-ground mustard all over it, placed it in a bag (in a dish in case the bag leaked) and poured two bottles of a local beer over it and let it marinate for a few hours.

I roasted some red potatoes with garlic, rosemary and olive oil; and wanted to make green beans but they were so washed out and mealy that I braised carrots instead.

For dessert we had tea and very intense ginger cookies, plus a wedding cookie, both store-bought. Let’s hope my bad luck doesn’t continue as our guest wants to go skiing tomorrow. I just knocked wood, hope you’ll do so as well.

Our Houston guest hasn’t met the Pippi hat as yet, but chose my faux fur Russian hat for us to walk the dog this morning. She’s looking forward to the deluge of snow that is expected tonight and for the next two days. That’s easy, she’s not driving! I do hope she’s having a good time. She’s already found a play to go to this weekend that sounds very funny. I would like to dedicate this blog to easy-to-entertain guests and old friends. Cheers,Dee

ps pdxknitterati I got a Peter, Paul and Mary cd today just because it had 500 miles and Day is Done on it, two songs I taught myself to play when I was twelve and got a cheap guitar for Christmas. I actually had a band, three inept guitarists and even worse singers, and we played at our school! I’d just like to remember how those songs are supposed to be sung, over decades. d