Right or wrong, I have always felt bad in certain audiences about the way my house looks. On its very best dressed day there is a closed door, or two, or five that the content looks like the wreck of the Hesperus. I am not neat. I make it my business to be able pull any needed craft, art or cooking utensil out of my hat when one of those gramerlings has a hankering. I like my stuff where I can see it. That is fine with me, but means you can see it too and hence, at times, I feel judged. I wonder how many other people don't offer hospitality for this reason. It doesn't stop me, and thankfully I have a tribe of people who overlook this for the good food and hospitality on offer. For all the rest, I try to set things in some kind of order.
I remember when Glenda passed away. The days preceding Playdate, when I usually do a major clean, I was at the hospital night and day. I was at the hospital at 7:30 that morning, saying my last sad, "Goodbye." Soon the phone calls started, assuming I would cancel, but that day more than most, I needed to see some sweet, lively faces, sought some distraction and they came. With no preparations it was Playdate all the same.
Probably a smarter person would not have guests at all during a major remodel, but I wanted Noelle to see where I work and I thought she might enjoy hearing some Swahili in our school's production of Lion King, Jr. Also, we needed to celebrate Handy Man's birthday, so in spite of this- my living room with all the needed supplies for the bathroom as well as the contents of said bathroom, life went on with dinners and celebrations
|Scruffy enough for ya?|
|Not sure Bean knew what he was in for when he had to move a pipe through the room next door, under the floor.|
|Of course, the Captain and Drummer Boy knew exactly what they were doing putting Bean down there.|
|When the younger crew is here, Handy Man takes a back seat and does what they tell him. Otherwise he's kicking it.|
|It was only about 90 degrees this day and Michael had to dig the hole several more inches down.|
Aren't minnows a glorious thing?
I do so many projects in my class. There are times I wonder if it has an impact at all. A young college graduate who came to work at school this year, and was one of my fourth graders, saw the book we were reading, Becoming Naomi Leon, in my room and commented that she didn't throw away the soap carving she did with that book until she got married last September. This was in the showcase with kid's cast pictures. We first wove a rug, then rug hooked the mane. It belongs to a kiddo who will be a junior this year.
Giddy -up wanted his picture made with the lions.
Last night's birthday for Handy Man ended in the creek as well. We did some fishing for minnows and crayfish and some fossil mining as well. Handy Man and I sat on the bank, watching all our littles. I shared with him that I knew people aspired to great things, but for me, this was it. Nothing better than a creek full of happy campers. We are blessed.