My aunt and uncle arrived a little before six last night. They were traveling home from a funeral. Funerals in my family are kind of interesting because these people are REALLY old by the time they die and it's a bit like watching a pot boil. Just don't. Aunt Dutch was just over 100 I think and the last of a set of four friends, two of which were my paternal grandparents (Aunt Dutch and Uncle George - family friends).
I only have ten more minutes because I'm meeting somebody for coffee this morning and I'm not entirely sure why so no tangents this morning, Alecto! (snivel, that one looked like fun) (don't care, shut up. you could throw a box of tissues on the floor and have fun.) (ok.)
Last night was chicken on the grill night. It should have been Sunday or Monday but the oven was broken and my brain wasn't working or I'd have realized I wasn't going to cook it in the house anyway because it's too hot to cook it in the house when I've got alternatives.
I came home early because my car was ready at 4 and I figured I might as well just have them come get me and be done with it. The bill was ouchy, by the way, but not as ouchy as I suppose it might have been because there wasn't a darn thing other than a headlight that needed fixing. Interesting. Anyway, here I am at home early which doesn't mean much because I'd have had Lucia light the coals at 5:30 if I wasn't home (which I wouldn't have been) and as it was I lit them at 5 because not everybody likes to eat dinner at 8 PM.
So I was home early and I'm wandering about with a glass of wine and surrendering to the fact that my kitchen and dining room tables are hidden under a mountain of, uh, stuff but I'm REALLY excited that the back porch/mudroom has been excavated because THAT was a lot more important to me than table surfaces. Seriously. I need that room.
My aunt and uncle arrive and I continue to wander about with a glass of wine doing things. I realize that my uncle does not drink and lives on diet soda. Soda is contraband in this house most times. Diet soda is unheard of (ick). He was happy with water and sat himself down on one of the rattan chairs sans cushion and chain smoked. I was worried about him until I realized all he wanted to do was sit in peace and quiet with his book, waffle butt or otherwise.
Dinner continues to get itself to the table and (the table got cleared off and put on the other table which now looks extra specially funny and I'm sitting at it right now with this little space reserved for my computer) the five of us have a lovely meal which lasts more than 5 minutes and then my aunt and uncle head North to New Hampshire.
Having dinner guests in the middle of the week is like having small children hanging about your ankles while you get on with the evening and all the things that have to be done. I don't mind the small children on my ankles in the least. The thing is if the small children minded being dragged around on my ankles, THEN we would have a real problem because as I got on about the evening and my aunt commented (like anyone else who's been here) that there's SO much to do and is it therapeutic and I tell my aunt, no, it's my job. The best part of the day if I haven't managed to wreck it by wearing myself out before I get home.
This is my life. A life unlike any other life because it is just mine and I made it and I don't often get to really look at it until another set of eyes is looking over my shoulder. Not so much on tour as if I had nothing to do while I entertained (I like that too) but over my shoulder as I'm living my day.
My life. Seriously really cool.
Pataskala. This is a joke, right? Loki is a weather god. Also, it's New England. If you don't like it wait a minute.