Kitchen chat

     Two of my best friends keep comfy sofas/benches in their kitchens. I have enjoyed these relaxing places to hang out and chat so much that the kitchen sofa is right up there with the book-nook/window seat in my pantheon of dream-home attributes. Actually, I think it edges out the window seat because the kitchen couch is all about connectedness.
     Today, I had the good fortune of catching up with two old friends in their kitchen. They fed me delicious food when I went there empty-stomached to drop off my kid for a playdate. And it's corny to say it, but also totally true that they nourished my heart as well with a lovely conversation. We talked about food and recipes, we talked about music and books. Mostly we talked about what's going on in our lives, and the ways that we—plus our kids and our parents—are doing that inevitable human thing of moving through time and changing.
     It's a lot easier to swallow the fact that you are getting to be the older generation, and that you probably need a pair of bifocals to boot, when you can laugh and talk about it with loved ones. I left their cozy kitchen feeling as contented and well-cared-for as their lolling ginger cat.