We are readying the house for the last scheduled holiday gathering. In a couple of hours eight girls and eight moms will find there way here for what is becoming an annual gathering. I’m cool with that. The youngest is making brownies. I did my duty by dragging out 16 plates and 16 glasses and the matching stainless. I’m thawing the party-sized lasagna. (Yep. I work that hard.) Oh, and I changed the rabbit’s litter box. That’s real party planning.
There’s nothing like another party to remind you what you meant to get around to before you had people over again. You should see the catastrophe that is piled on the kitchen desk! I usually slop it into a laundry basket and hide it all away, but I have decided to look human. Unless I chicken out. I always love going to someone else’s house that isn’t perfect. Homes should be lived in, don’t you think?
The other thing that happened today is Mom left to head home. I know it was a hard week for her to travel first to Houston and then here. Sometimes it still gets very tender when we talk about Dad. Today it was remembering his chasing moles and gophers and conquering woodpeckers. Mom remembered the last time he dug up a mole he didn’t have the heart to kill it so he put it in a box and drove it a few miles away to find a new home.
Sometimes I’m afraid I’ll forget his voice. It’s a good thing we have all the technology these days. He’s on a video here and there and I can visit when I want.
That’s it for now. I should surface again in a few days. If I don’t get to it again, be safe New Year’s Eve. Here’s to a great 2012.