Italians Always Bring the Cannoli

Zora Neale Hurston once said that there are years that ask the questions and years that answer.  In the scheme of illness that can be reduced down to there are days and then there are days.  Today was a good day and that afforded me the privilege of having lunch with my friends Jay and Wanda.  Yesterday, not so much, tomorrow, who the hell knows.

I was greeted at the door by Trek and offered his favorite toy.  Quite the high honor but once inside he went right back to lying near his Dada and kept vigil thereafter. 

Kisses all around, out to the porch to enjoy a delicious salad and a crispy crust pizza. There was conversation of family, humor, and interesting tidbits, sharing recipes, philosophy and laughter.  I know you want more but there are things you should know and things you don’t need to know.  You don’t need to know the minutia of illness. What you need to know is that there are rituals and courtesies and love in place to handle it and make it fade ever so slightly into the background.

What you also need to know is that bringing a bit of normal into a home can make those living in it rejoice and remember and share.  That keeping in touch is more important than the minutia of our own lives.  That saying I love you to your friends is good for everyone.  This couple of hours was the highlight of my week and I will cherish them and enjoy them as much as I enjoyed our meal.

You also need to know that regardless of your personal preference, your disposition, or your ability to tolerate or engage in eating there is nothing like a freshly fried cannoli shell filled with sweet ricotta cream.  Even one bite can be tolerated with the utmost enjoyment.

Thank you for lunch my friends, I love you dearly and hope to see you soon.