Friday again friends and November to boot! So glad your here.
It’s been pouring rain here which means I’d be happy to stay in and read the entire day but I’ll settle for making soup instead. Thought I’d try this one for dinner with a few changes to suit what I’ve got in the cupboard. Is it soup weather your way or are you dusting off the swim suit?
As always and because it’s one of my favourite things to do, I’ve rounded up a few good words and reads to keep you company as you end your week and head into your weekend.
So take a few deep breaths, grab something good to drink and enjoy – – –
A Good Word
Read about something delightful in my week here
A Good Look
This reminds me of Ralph Waldo Emerson words “Every wall is a door” and how much lovelier when it leads into a garden
See more of this gorgeousness here
A Good Idea
The Case for Friend Dates
from Tina Roth Eisenberg
A few years back we had a partnership meeting with WordPress in which we got introduced to the (at the time) head of brand Michelle Broderick.
The meeting gave me a glimpse of what a fine human Michelle is and learned that she normally lives in Seattle but was about to spend another two weeks in NYC. The next morning, as I got up, I felt inspired to send an email that sounded somewhat like this “This is personal Tina writing. I absolutely loved meeting you. Would you like to go on a friend date?”
I went to the office and confessed to our COO and Head of partnerships that I might have crossed a professional line, again. (It seems to be my pattern, becoming friends with people I collaborate professionally with.)
A few hours later, I got the warmest, most appreciative response with an all caps YES!
Guess who has been friends ever since?
We should all ask each other out on more friend dates, don’t you agree?
A Few Good Reads
We’ve entered the season where I take my first-born child to the wildest woods he can find (where my imagination inserts slobbery meth heads and black bears), and I drop him off there by the lake in waders with an arm load of rods and reels and a giant knife in his breast pocket. My imagination is no less vivid than Revelation’s worst day. In the face of his desire to walk headlong into the wild, I pretend it’s fine and let him go. I make no exclamations at the miracle I witness when he meets me back at the parking lot at 6 PM, unharmed and in time for a sunset drive.
Instead of turning right to go home, a few weeks ago we turned left, ignoring dinner time and not knowing where it would take us. We realized then, just over the one-lane bridge, how far removed we live from the real Arkansas, even though it’s only a left turn away. We saw buckled siding on houses and holes in windows and asked if people really lived there before kids ran from the back porch and their yard dogs licked our tires. Mounds of cardboard stacked in corners, no doubt to mulch the newly-tilled garden beds. I remembered with fond jealousy how rich life is when you don’t know that anybody on earth would notice the siding on your house. I remember other kids in my own Alabama upbringing whose daddies worked a grave-yard shift, too – – – keep reading
There are more than 60,000 species of trees in the world. They range from diminutive to absolutely colossal. Their unique forms and shapes are incredibly varied, and they inspire us, and our love for the planet. Here are a collection of remarkable trees, from marvelous to strange, throughout the world – – – keep reading
In my wildest dreams, my father and I share a meal. We sit next to a river at one of those outdoor cafes in Vietnam, watching boats angle through the water as we slap mosquitoes. In front of us, plates are stacked high with bar food like chao tom (shrimp patties wrapped around sugar cane), quẩy (deep-fried breadsticks), banh xeo (crispy coconut milk crepe), and a bowl of salted plums that make our lips pucker, their chalky residue tingling the edges of our mouths. He holds a beer loosely in one hand, condensation beading on the glass. I don’t drink. When he laughs, the golden liquid sloshes onto his narrow wrist.
“Here. Have some more,” he’d tell me, reaching over to push food my way, the ultimate gesture of love in my family – – – keep reading
That’s all for now friends. If you’ve enjoyed The Friday Recliner drop me a comment or copy the link and pass onto a friend.
Have a beautiful weekend, rest up, do something you love xx