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I was supposed to have tea with a dear friend today. But she's had one form or another of crud at her house for a week or more now. She thought we were good to go, but this morning 2 more are sick in her household.
Visiting can be difficult in these times.
We have access to instant communication no matter how far apart we are. But . . . it's not the same as sitting down with someone, face to face, and really sharing a visit.
We'll reschedule, and in the mean time keep up via texting and social media. Which is an excellent thing in my world -- the world where I could become a hermit.
Still I look forward to sitting with her in the tea shop while the the Chinese lady shows me how to do tea ceremonies, and then sitting back and catching up over a little cup of perfectly made tea to visit with my friend.
(for Susan)
linking up with Five Minute Friday
So this is my house on an average day . . .
And this is what I want to know. How much would you judge me for the cluttered tables and clean clothes hanging around? And why is it so hard for me to admit that this is normal in my home? When did it become imperative for my home to look like a showroom?
We live in this house. And living is messy. And, yes, I'd much rather crochet and read and talk with my family than run around picking up every little thing and putting it away. And why does that seem like a bad thing? That I've failed as a wife and mother (and possibly a person) because I choose this?
I love neat and orderly, and I have periods where that happens, but not unless I'm constantly focused on it, and that grows old after a while. Perhaps I'm just a petulant child who wants to do what she wants to do. What I really believe is that creating and talking and loving and learning are a lot more important that appearing. Maybe my real problem still comes back to needing everyone else's approval -- which I'm not going to get.
So this is what my house really looks like. If you don't care, welcome. I'll fix you a cup of tea and you can move the dog to sit down on the squished out sofa. If you do care, then maybe you shouldn't visit me after all.
