Crepes and the evaporating weekend

The teenager and I made crepes with Nutella and banana for breakfast and while they were delicious— let me assure you neither of us will be employed as a street vendor in France any time soon.

Our crepes were either small or large and reminiscent of cartoon characters.

The teenager is preparing to go to her dad’s for a few days. So later she’ll practice some low brass musical instruments for me. And I’ll come to terms with the fact that somehow the weekend is ending.

But let me relish the crepe memory:

An unexpected surprised— my friends Rachel called. She moved to Florida years ago and I don’t see her as much as I used to.

She was one of my freelance writers when I served as managing editor of Lehigh Valley News Group.

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