Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Since Gerrit's daughters departed for the Netherlands, I've been:
at a neighbor's for a picnic lunch,
to the movies,
out for ice cream,
at a friend's for an envelope-stuffing party in preparation for our choir director's 25 anniversary celebration,
to the cottage with my friend C to spend the weekend with my parents.
And now, this week, I have house guests: my friend (and neighbor) and her husband and cat moved in Monday morning to spend the week while the floors in their 1920s home are being sanded and refinished. They had planned to move to a hotel for the duration, but I convinced them that I had plenty of room and they were welcome to stay. They agreed only if I promised to let them know if I suddenly felt the need for "space" and as long as I let them take me out for dinner each night, since that was one of the perks my friend was looking forward to while staying in a hotel.
It's working out well, and it turns out to be good therapy for me, having them here. It's distraction, in a good way, and is helping me adjust to life without Gerrit.
Posted by Ginnie