Rick has been away at camp this week, playing classical music and loving every second. Lizzie and I have been "home alone" until this past weekend when one of my oldest friends ever came for a quick visit!
That meant I had to clean the guest room.
The guest room. I should call it the upstairs storage room. I'm almost too embarrassed to say it or post it because I'm sure you have lovely rooms that never pick up the leftovers of life, that are ready for company on a moment's notice, that require perhaps only a spot of dusting or a whiz with the vacuum. In my guest room, things that belong elsewhere seem to park there. Well, that implies they park themselves. They have help. Old frames, linens that need to be hung up. The chest that holds the silver (when was that lunch, anyway?). Books to be shelved. The pile of Christmas gifts I've been collecting.
I will say I've needed to do this since -- well, at least Easter. Suzanne's visit was a great excuse! Ta da!
(OK, not perfect. But a heck of a lot closer. At least she could stretch out on the bed!)
There is something wonderful about someone who can remember your parents, who knows the people you know that no one else does. Our nights were late and filled with theatre. We saw a delightful musical at our university theatre's summer stage on a perfect night called "Amour."
Wonderful music and performances. It was terrific till the last 30 seconds and then had an ending that was so disappointing the audience didn't clap immediately because we thought how could it possibly end that way?
But that wasn't the fault of the talented actors or performers! They were delightful and the audience loved it!
Neither of us won the raffle but we sure had a great time!
The next day and the day after more theatre (a terrific community theatre production of "Spamalot" -- I had no idea it would be so good!). And of course, shopping, our favorite restaurants, good talks. When you go back five decades, there's lots to talk about!
We've had more than our share of rain and everything is green and growing. I may have to transplant some of the things in my potted garden, the pots are getting so full.
It felt sort of silent when Suzanne left. A quick clean-up and then time for the Tony Awards -- my favorite award show of the season.
All in all, a glorious weekend. It gets a little hard to come back to real life!
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