Late in the morning Friday my right hand went numb. Hubby asked me what the matter was and I could only answer with gobbledygook. He asked me a few more questions and after satisfying himself that I needed medical attention, bundled me up and drove me to the ER. There they determined that I was having a small stroke which they didn't treat due to the brain cancer. Lovely combination, eh? So they checked me in and ran tests for a couple of days. I am home again wondering about the damage and whether it is part of a pattern. Driving home from my gallery opening a couple of weeks ago I collided with a car pulling away from it's parking space by the curb. The insurance company called it a total loss but not my fault. Now I have no car. They are paying out less than I owe, too. I think I will just give it a rest, don't feel much like driving right now, anyway.
When people gather for sharing a meal, the event may be further defined by tradition as a dinner or a feast. There are regional variations called a bake or a boil, or a roast. We hold cook outs and picnics, we celebrate wedding brunches and prayer breakfasts. At a funeral you may sit down to a repass. (As distinguished from a repast) At a wine tasting you may be nibbling finger food. If you observe Passover, you will probably have Seder. This week a lot of us will have a Thanksgiving dinner. I have cooked this for my family since forever, it seems. I hope I can get my energy for this.
Every four years Hubby and I host an election party. It doesn't support either candidate, though we always vote the same way. This year one of our guests ate all the marzipan. A marzipan and chocolate bar, the last couple of squares of another and most of the marzipan cookies. Not surprisingly, this guest also strained a wooden chair into separating some leg supports. No one cracked open the champagne.