Pockets of Community

We all have them: groups of people we know from jobs or recreational activities or volunteer work, or whatever.  I have several POCs,  and right now all of them seem to want to gather to mark the season.  I feel run off my feet but thankful.

A week ago,  the Food Pantry had a dinner for its volunteers, potluck but mostly cooked by Wes, the most faithful volunteer of all, who works at the Pantry every day it's open.   There were couple of dozen volunteers, plus some spouses, around thirty all together.  And six pies.

Gifts for my quilt mini-group's party

Yesterday,  five us who met in a water exercise class had Chinese food in a restaurant and then a batch of highly-carbed,  decadent cupcakes I brought from "Love at First Bite," a shop in the Gourmet Ghetto.  One of the women had a birthday (70, but who's counting?).

Next week, my quilt mini-group, twelve of us, meets for its annual Christmas party, which always includes a feast and Prosecco. Also next week, three of us who worked together twenty years ago are having dinner at LaLime's in Berkeley; one is bringing his girlfriend.

After that, it's all about family and the handful of other people coming to Christmas dinner.  But now that I think about it, that will include my good friend and neighbor Laura and her two daughters, so that's another POC:  neighbors.