More Doings
The good days continue, and if this is getting boring, I’m sorry. It’s off to Houston for another party. This time with friends and relatives at the daughter and son-in-law’s new home. More adoption celebrations. I’m ready. I have items to bring. Not much, just little things. Still, they will contribute to the party. Then I get to sleep over. My first time in the new home. We’ll throw a pallet down on the floor and I’ll sleep like a baby. At least, I hope. It’s been a long time since I slept like a baby.
On my own home front, I set up the rest of the angels, draped garlands over the windows, and hung wreaths on the wall. Then I set up the nativity scene. The figures are hand-painted ceramics done by my late wife soon after we married in the early 70s. Up until last year, Joseph was headless, but in a nice touch of serendipity I located his head last year on the floor in the attic. Now he’s all back together, standing silent sentinel over the baby Jesus.
My Santas now sit patiently on the floor waiting their turn in the spotlight. It will come later, maybe tomorrow when I return home. Or Tuesday. There’s no real rush. The kid’s party is Friday and I feel like I’m slightly ahead of the game. But what’s a party if you don’t feel rushed or like you’ve forgotten something. I think that’s what makes it a party, that sense something is missing. And oh, I know what it is, the guests. And they’re really what makes a party. Happy people, doing happy things. Celebrating together with you, sharing joy, making your house a home. And now that I think of it, that’s what we’ll do today. Make a house a home.
John W. Wilson is the author of The Long Goodbye: A Caregiver's Tale