We have a houseguest this weekend.
You realize how much stuff you do when you’re alone when you can’t do it anymore because you’ve got a houseguest. Feel like burping the alphabet? Wait, better hold back. Everybody is upstairs. Feel like doing the tearaway pants thing the second you walk through the door? Wait, better hold back. We have guests. And don’t even think about peeing without shutting the door first. You know what? Just pee in the basement bathroom. Leave the other ones alone.
So I’m back to having to merely burp my cheeks full, wearing clothing, and peeing in the basement like it’s 1990.
If you can’t burp the alphabet in your house, it’s not your house.
But it’s always good to be hospitable to company. I get to cook for strangers again and that always gives a little inspiration to kick it up the proverbial notch.
Which means that, this weekend, we’ll be entertaining. I’ll squeeze some of the usual around the entertaining, though. Visits to the grocery store and doing laundry. We’ve got the post-funeral “we want to hang out with chosen family after spending a week with assigned family” meetup with our friends who recently lost their mother, and the usual library trips and little straggling errands on Sunday. (We also say our goodbyes to the houseguest on Sunday morning.) Then, after getting home from the errands on Sunday, drop kicking my blue jeans down the basement stairs about 20 seconds after the front door gets locked behind me.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)