Dusting and vacuuming and scrubbing (which I hate to do) (but love once done) is the current state of affairs. This coming weekend our home will be filled with family and I’m quite glad for that. I won’t stress about the cleaning as I know my family doesn’t expect perfect (thank goodness). Still, the dust bunnies that re-appear one hour and five minutes after I’ve cleared them annoy the hell out of me. But I’m looking forward to the eggplant and the salads and the grilled shrimp. The wine, the pretty napkins. The conversation. It’s not often that we’re together like this.
And so I’ll clean what I can and when my first sister arrives she’ll help me with the food shopping and we’ll hang balloons and streamers. And my daughter and her first-arrived cousin will no doubt craft something beautiful. And then everyone else will arrive and we’ll feast and we’ll chill and we’ll be the way we know how to be.
And that is, I think, a pretty good state of affairs.
Sending a little love your way, m