The other day we visited a friend, more like family, who is on a tough journey called “cancer”. But this is not about that. What it is about is that it was just—a visit. There was no cooking involved. Although drinks were offered, water sufficed. It was four people, good friends who love each other, chatting and laughing like old times.
And that got me to thinking. Why does getting together have to be a production? Why do we have to choose between having someone cook a fancy meal and going to a (too) loud restaurant? What happened to just dropping by?