This evening, Peeper and I attended a Summer Solstice potluck at the farm where we’re CSA members. I took baked spaghetti, and it seemed to be a hit. It was gone pretty quickly, and Mr. A, the falafel chef told me that it was really good, and his eleven year old son ate a bit serving of it. Yay me!
We knew a handful of people there – the falafel-making family, the kid’s art center lady, some that we know sort of in passing from farm things, and a family (mom, three teens) that I feel like I should know although we’ve never spoken because I see them at least two or three times a week, at the farmer’s market and Target.
I actually spoke to the mom, and told her that, and we introduced ourselves. When I told her my name, she said, “Oh, I have a sister by that name. And the first woman I met here has the same name as my other sister.” Then she introduced herself. Her name is the same as my sister’s!
We kept talking, and found out that our fathers and sisters-in-law also have the same names, and her family has male and female versions of Shrike’s name – which was inspired by Peeper bringing up the fact that BabyBro’s brother-in-law has the male version of that name, so DaNiece and DaNephew have an aunt and an uncle by the same name (different spellings, although either spelling can work for either gender).
While not having freaking revelations about stranger’s family’s names, we ate lots of delicious food, including s’mores (and some additional graham crackers and chocolate), Peeper ran and played and adventured with some other kids, I had a bit of wine, and we enjoyed a lovely evening.