YA and I ordered take out from our favorite Chinese Restaurant over the weekend. I set the table nicely with red plates, chopstick holders and even lucky red envelopes (with chocolate coins). But our only guest this year was Nimue, who made herself at home on the table.
This completes my year of no festivities. Last year I was all ready for Pi Day when the world turned upside down. I had all the ingredients for my pies, had a to-do list of what needed to be done in what order, including baking times and temperatures. I even had little placecards done with the names of all the pies. Then on Friday, the day before, I had to cancel; the pandemic had arrived at our door.
Since Pi Day, there have been several other occasions when, during “normal times” I would have entertained: my Girlfriend High Tea in May, our neighborhood Memorial Day gathering, a new neighbor welcome party in June, my birthday bash in August, Leaf Pile in October and, of course, the Great Gift Exchange at Solstice. This list doesn’t include book club meetings or other breakfasts/lunches/dinners with individuals. I would have always said that I entertain a lot but when everything is listed out like this, I realize that it’s an enormous part of my life.
So now that we’ve celebrated Chinese New Year on our own, we’ve come full circle. Unfortunately there won’t be a gathering for Pi Day this year either, but I am hoping we can do a Pi and a Half Day in September. Fingers crossed.
What’s the most interesting party you’ve ever been to?