Sad Face, Happy Face

As it turns out, I should not have eaten those wonderful scallops last night. Six hours later, I was very sick. So now I am worrying about my plan to try clams next week and oysters the following week. And wondering if the success of last week's mussels was some kind of a fluke, you should pardon the expression.
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On the other hand (when the first hand has not been mentioned, I know), the afternoon and evening hold wonderful things!
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First, we are going to Sherry's for dinner and will enjoy Sam's company. It has been two weeks or so since we last saw him, and she tells us that he has some words now! I have some things I picked up for him last weekend in Cape May -- a white tee shirt with a Noah's Ark drawing that turns colors in the sunlight and a nice little book about a hippopotamus and a turtle who became friends.
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Second, our friend Sharon arrives this evening to stay until Tuesday morning. She is about the only classmate from seminary that I still have much contact with. We met sitting next to each other on the first day of Greek and have shared many experiences and insight. Sharon serves a congregation in Rutland, Vermont, and we've not been together in two years. And she's a quilter!