more precious than rubies...

This week I was sick. The horrible, nasty, miserable sort of foodpoisoning. I was so sick, in fact, that I arranged to be sick at my friend Sarah's house. This is, of course, a testament to our friendship, that Sarah and her husband Juergen were willing to put up with me curled up on their couch, creaking from the bathroom to the spare bed; to make me tea, fetch me ginger-ale, and wrap me in blankets and put me into the shower to warm up when I got chills. This is no ordinary friendship.

But it is more than that. I called my mom when I was mostly coherent and explained that a) my gut had given me an excuse to avoid my brother's birthday party in a weekend already crowded with responsibilities, and b) no, I didn't need her to drive up and fetch me, I was at Sarah's, and that was almost as good as being at Mom's.
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Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.

Sarah, I love you. Thank you for being my friend.

Dear Menagier, I am desperate

I need kitchen help. (Yes, this means you, Mer). Lansknecht/Kings & Queens Champions of Arms, in Eisental (Lehighton PA), June 18, 2005. I'm cooking the feast. I have a few people lined up to help in the kitchen, but I'm nervous as a cat on hot bricks. Anybody who can help out with the feast will be very, very welcome.