Visitors
Sunday July 17th 2011, 11:40 pm
Filed under: Family,Friends,Wildlife

I remember, when we lived in New Hampshire, a woman I adored at church (yes, Herb, your mom) who’d lived in southern California most of her life and who had a hard time understanding what seemed to her a frosty culture where one must give much notice before dropping in on someone; “Lighten up, people!” I also remember that she was the only person there I knew who could pick out the one avocado in the store that would actually ripen before rotting after the snowplows opened the roads back up so you could get to the grocer’s.

Years later…

I dropped Don an overdue note: I’d knitted him a hat (no not the pink one I finished last night) as a thank you and needed to get it over to him sometime.

The response: would now be a good time?

It would!

And so we had an impromptu visit at what turned out to be just a perfect time for him when he had much to be happy about; thank you, Don!

Our chat was interrupted by a spammer calling my phone. So when, just after pulling away from his house, it rang again, I pulled over in front of his neighbor’s thinking at the spammer that hey, what part of Do Not Call do you not get?

But it was Richard: his aunt and uncle, who live halfway to Santa Cruz, were on their way over.

That gave me the incentive to explore using the freeways rather than surface streets for the route back. I managed to beat them home, where Michelle was doing a quick sweep and spruce and we were both glad for the kitchen do-over yesterday.

They wouldn’t stay for dinner but did succumb to good chocolate and a very fine Sunday afternoon was enjoyed by all.

I came away wondering, whatever the house may look like, why don’t we do this more often? We’re always happy when we do. Why do we let silly things snow us in? I hereby resolve to visit more and enjoy more.

Speaking of which, before I emailed Don? My Cooper’s hawk, which I had last seen every single day that I was waiting for my biopsy results, arrived and visited me, again right outside the window here.

And only just now as I type this am I realizing that that was such a shot of joy that I had to go email Don.


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Comment by Sherry in Idaho 07.18.11 @ 6:15 am

As a wise friend told me once, “I come to see you, not your house.” 😉

Comment by Channon 07.18.11 @ 6:18 am

Drop in anytime you’re in the neighborhood 😉

Comment by Afton 07.18.11 @ 6:23 am

if you have chocolate and good friends who cares what the house looks like!

grab the time with friends when you can

Comment by Bev 07.18.11 @ 8:25 am

I just moved out of the Hovel I lived in for 20 years. The new place has lots of windows, light, and actual furniture — we had to buy it, but still, there was room for FURNITURE.

One room, three adults and two cats does not make for casual visitors — Southern California or no.

Now, of course, we can have visitors, and they have come, and anytime you happen to be in the neighborhood, do drop in. 🙂

Comment by Patricia Day 07.18.11 @ 8:28 am

Yes, that was a most enjoyable chat, and I thoroughly agree with the above sentiments. Visit me; not the house.

Comment by Don Meyer 07.18.11 @ 9:06 am

My mom had a placque that said” Come in , sit down,relax , converse . My house doesn’t always look like this, sometimes it’s worse,” That sounds like my house, as long as the bathrooms are clean, and there is TP. People are welcome

Comment by kristy phipps 07.18.11 @ 11:25 am

I’ve been away on vacation, and I’m just now catching up on everything! So happy to hear that you’re well and that the head-thingy was caught in time.

Comment by Lanafactrix 07.18.11 @ 12:22 pm



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