Put on Another Plate

Ah what fun we had when this place was crawling with kids, Bob Dylan playing on the third floor, Bob Marley on the second, backpacks slung all over the house, and the washing machine chugging  away 24/7.And it wasn’t just the kids we "made" either: we had "honorary" kids living here too. ranging in age from 15 to 21 - and this was all before the three month period when David’s brother moved in with his whole family and their dog. At that point there were 10 of us trying to use one shower, but it all worked out. Dodson just put us on a schedule, with the first turn of the faucet starting before dawn. I mention Dodson. He was our  first 'extra' kid. He came to us as a high school freshman, then did college, then moved back in for a bit when he was just starting that first high-tech job. Ah the nights they all stayed up late laughing in the kitchen! Ah the fun! And how we all danced at his Florida wedding to Veronica four years ago.They had moved down there and we never thought they’d return back but here they are again, as I explained in a post a few weeks back. To me it’s like heaven itself. Everybody helps cook. Everybody helps pick up. It’s like a Utopian community with really good beer.Last night we also had Nick here who for the last three years has been helping me with all my computer issues. Veronica had made her famous fruit platters and I'd whipped up that Weight Watchers Chicken with Balsamic Vinegar and Sweet Onions entrée. that I love.  After making a big pot of rice pilaf, Dodson broiled up some salmon and catfish. (Old Dave was on the road, bringing the joy of foam to a grateful world so he missed the fun.) This picture at the top is Dodson and Nick poking at their smart-phones and studying my new one just out of the box last night.The picture at the bottom? the old days when having a dozen for dinner seemed like nothing at all.