I love having guests. Even when they arrive a week after a move where we haven’t seen most things for 3/5 years and some for as many as 18 years. I’ve been carrying stuff around the country for my brother and sister since 1995.
So we didn ‘t make it out of Boxlandia, but Jim’s mother took a few things with her, including all the Corelle (that 80′s non-breakable dinnerware) she gave her eldest son when he went off to college. It’ll be good to have more of it at home for the grandkids!
But why do I love having guests, especially when we’ve just moved to a new town? We haven’t allowed ourselves to get to know the town yet, too busy with things to do.
I get to spend time planning fun things to do, and menus of course, and we get to spend the weekend and I get to spend the week learning about our new city. That’s quite a boon for the host and hostess, if I must say so myself.
Let’s see, I didn’t go but arranged a sail on the replica of a 200 year-old schooner on which my husband and nephew worked raising sails and learning knots. We went to the Pabst Mansion (boring), to an old pump station, drove along the lake to see other mansions, went to the art museum and did lots of other things.
We’re booked for a week next month and hope to have all the boxes out of here and pictures on the walls, a real home for the first time in over three years, with all our own “stuff.”
Jim has already put up a key/dog leash rack by the front door, and built me a pantry because we’ve a tiny kitchen and I’ve no room for food in it!
Before our next guests arrive, we hope to take care of five things: toss; give away; donate; store (like three boxes of Christmas decorations); and shred old papers. Then they can show us the rest of our new town. Farmers Markets are opening this week, hope I can find a good one! Cheers, Dee