Tonight--in about forty minutes--the members of Mari's department at St. Thomas are arriving to celebrate the end of the school year, and to cheer on two members of the department who are retiring.
We have been "tidying up the house for about a week". That is to say, instead of things lying about everywhere, they are lying about out of sight unless, of course, someone takes an unauthorized turn.
The weather is pretty good. There have been no tornado warnings, yet, so no help is to be found there. It is quite possible that everyone will get lost looking for our house, but most of them have maps or GPSs. Some still harbor notions of getting promoted, so they will certainly come.
What is there to do, except as I am doing: start early!
Our cats are capable of producing enough free-flying fur to rival a vicuna or a musk ox. Mari says that when she retires, she is going to knit high-end cat-fur scarves, which she will call by an exotic name; perhaps Killer Cat Wraps, of something like that. It beats stuffing pillows with belly-button lint.
We hired a chef for the occasion: some guy in the deli section at Costco prepared rare delicacies, and put them under a clear plastic snap-cover. "Take them home and put them on a board, or something," he said. "No one will ever know."
It is going to be a grand occasion, but so much for an early bed-time. People will probably stay past eight.
We have been "tidying up the house for about a week". That is to say, instead of things lying about everywhere, they are lying about out of sight unless, of course, someone takes an unauthorized turn.
The weather is pretty good. There have been no tornado warnings, yet, so no help is to be found there. It is quite possible that everyone will get lost looking for our house, but most of them have maps or GPSs. Some still harbor notions of getting promoted, so they will certainly come.
What is there to do, except as I am doing: start early!
Our cats are capable of producing enough free-flying fur to rival a vicuna or a musk ox. Mari says that when she retires, she is going to knit high-end cat-fur scarves, which she will call by an exotic name; perhaps Killer Cat Wraps, of something like that. It beats stuffing pillows with belly-button lint.
We hired a chef for the occasion: some guy in the deli section at Costco prepared rare delicacies, and put them under a clear plastic snap-cover. "Take them home and put them on a board, or something," he said. "No one will ever know."
It is going to be a grand occasion, but so much for an early bed-time. People will probably stay past eight.
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