My Moveable Feast

About once a month, our apartment throws together a brunch. We make the main dish and ask our friends to bring what else is needed. Some days it's impromptu- someone had leftover potatoes, so we have home fries. Another time, an excess of Bisquick. Whatever seems to work. We've finally gotten to the point where there's a base of people that come by and spend a couple of hours eating good and catching up on the past few weeks. It's funny to think that in the short time we've had it, a couple of legit business deals have gone through, a couple of jobs have been discussed and none too often, words of encouragement for a passionate shift into art or creating are passed around. Although by the time the brunch is over its usually 4pm, I'm settling in for a sugar coma of sorts and I've only managed to clean the dishes; I still feel that the day is an accomplishment. I also notice that the words and ideas percolating in my head for the past month spill out onto the page faster.