The bones of the house are happy

We met a new friend at church a few weeks ago. Tonight he came over for our version of Coaches' Cafe Pot Roast (carefully layered mashed potatoes, shredded cheese, pot roast, carrots, onions, gravy, and french fried onions... yum) and conversation. Which, as it turns out, is of the musical kind. He's playing my Seagull and Brad's on his sweet bass. I'm in heaven. I got the idea a while ago to have a salon one day-- like, for a birthday or special occasion of some kind, invite a whole bunch of friends and ask that in lieu of a present, they bring a creative endeavor to present. I imagine skits, poems, songs, etc. Tonight I'm getting a little sip of that drink.