Or at least it seems so. I love to have friends in for dinner – and while I would be hard pressed to name the celebration, it is always that – a celebration of friends. Ah! If a group of geese (yes, I’m back to this) is a gaggle, and group of horses a herd – why not? A group of friends should be called a celebration – in which case, a party is always appropriate. Oh yes. I am good with this. My day starts well. I’m going out later to “hang with my celebration.” Yes. This sounds like something I want to do. I sincerely hope this is not an established phrase. As much as I think it should be, I’d like to think, for the tiniest while, that it came out of my head this morning, the result of exactly 8 months of getting up and finding guitars every day. I will not look it up on Bing.