We have managed to install a family tradition of dinner most Sunday nights and to invite whichever "orphans" might be about.
Licking the bowl and sharing that little joy is encouraged.
Much wine is had, many stories are told, and in this case a love affair commenced, at our table.
One of this evening's participants is a second-round pick for the Mars One project. It's 10 years off but the prospect of a loved friend literally departing earth for another planet is a little beyond comprehension. I have mixed feelings but as a life-long Ray Bradbury fan, and someone who thinks The Martian Chronicles (read it here) is a prophetic book, the idea someone we know might actually be one of the first to populate Mars (again...?) is pretty romantic.
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