House Guests Are Gone
Aren’t there always mixed emotions when house guests leave? The same applies here. We love our children and are always thrilled to see them. I truly appreciate the time they take out of their busy schedules, or their valuable vacation time, to be here rather than somewhere else. It’s always fun, and we gather extended family and friends to celebrate their visit.
But let’s get real. I’m not as young as I used to be. This is not complaining — please, if you’re one of my children reading this, believe me when I say this. It’s just the way life works when you are no longer . . . young. There is the full week of getting the house ready, then the week of the visit, then the week after the visit to recover. (Please someone tell me I’m not alone in this!)
So now I’m in the recovery stage. It was fun. We had a big Easter Sunday cookout at our house, and that involved preparation of its own. But we’re not the tightly wound type, so things are pretty casual here. Everyone seemed to have a wonderful time.
And then there was the dog. My son’s new little dog — a rescue from a horrible situation to a very spoiled life, for which I’m really happy. I’m proud of my son for taking on the responsibility. That little dog was so entertaining, never mind that he totally traumatized our old kitty, who is skittish to begin with, and who steered clear of him for the whole week. My 2 dogs were’nt too crazy about his antics either, or that he chewed up their squeaky toys.
This is Bogie, one day when his Dad went out shopping. I puppy sat, and Bogie waited inside his Dad’s suitcase.
I ended up moving Blueberry the kitty into our bedroom behind closed doors, because that pup was obsessed with finding her. Every time we would forget to shut the door, he bounded in there to chase her under the bed. So there was that too. Bringing her food dish and water into our room each day, cleaning out her litter box even more regularly than normal, and taking her out to the screened porch in the wee hours each morning so she could feel like a normal cat, became daily routine. She was not pleased. She is still very circumspect around the house.
So now it’s quiet. All I have now is a sore throat that my son brought me. Sorry, son – I do have to blame this on you. It’s all your fault. But I do hope you are feeling better by now and have made it home safe and sound. I’ll be OK in a few days.