My annual
time to host my book club rapidly approaches and Mom and I are dashing around
the house trying to make everything respectable. The preparation time can sometimes be so
exhausting that it is difficult to not yawn once the hostess duties begin.
Now we have had coaching from Oprah’s
various specialists who have advised “relax, use your best china daily, don’t
fear judgment from guests” and so on and so forth but the truth is we still
want to make a good impression with our friends. There is also a little thing, a very little
thing, called house proud that keeps us motivated to dust the furniture, vacuum
the floor and hide all the stashes of magazines and stuff in the basement,
under the bed, in the closet, or any other convenient hide-all. But in my mind it is all still there and that
means the following day I have to pull it all out again, sort through it and
determine what can really go in the garbage or how can I really use it. Exhausting!
Mother Nature has cooperated with me this
year by raining enough to make the lawns green but at the same time it has been
cool enough that I don’t have to go out and cut the grass. Yard work minimal today. Everything looks so nice and fresh and the
air smells clean. The birds haven’t
started singing yet but they will soon enough.
A nice welcome for my friends after their long drive from the city to my
latifundium (remember, that means
country estate).
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