I think I know how the castaways on Gilligan’s Island felt.
Our dear friends Brian and Jenny arrived this weekend to spend Thanksgiving and their very first wedding anniversary together with us. Sitting outside on the back porch, I commented how it feels so natural to have them here, and yet wait a minute, we’re in Africa…! Pinch me.
In addition to themselves, they brought a suitcase of long awaited provisions which left us in a post-Christmas morning sort of stupor. Marshmallow Fluff! Soft towels! Mad Men Season 2! Sturdy dishes! (see previous post “To Market”) Books! Four issues of the New Yorker! Kraft Mac n’ Cheese! Hallelujah, we’ve been found.
The company of good friends and canned pumpkin in Moshi? I can already tell it’s going to be a memorable Thanksgiving.
