I invited my fabulous boss Peter, the soon-to-be-leaving dean of the law school, his wife Felicity and their 15-year-old son, Ted, over for dinner tonight, kind of a thank-you and farewell even though he isn't leaving until the end of May. He and Felicity admired the house and the location (they live in a large, beautiful home in the Barrington section of West Linn) and they loved the dinner (roast chicken, roasted potatoes, a Northwest-themed salad and chocolate silk pie with whipped cream, an easy dinner but very do-able in spite of everything I'm going through these days). They even asked for seconds, and I got to send them home with two slices of pie.
Poor Ted -- he sat very patiently while we all talked shop (law schools, Willamette, etc.; it really wasn't very different from all the newspaper folks we invited over and talked shop with over the years) as did Rachel. She was a charming guest and Felicity in particular kept saying how adorable she was and what a great job we're doing with her. Rachel looked particularly cute because Drew had taken her to get her hair cut and the stylist put her hair in two little French braids. Man, I wish I could do her hair in the morning but I just don't have the talent.
"Your mom works right next to me at the law school," Peter told Rachel. "I do whatever she tells me to do."
"You do NOT!" Rachel answered. "You're the BOSS!"
Anyway, it was a very successful evening; they left at 9:45 after Rachel gave two rounds of hugs and kisses to everyone. It made me wish Peter was staying here but that he wasn't my boss, because he and Felicity are people I'd like to keep as friends.
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