I looked around our home last night to size up what would need to be done to prepare it for company. It's been nearly 2 years since we have entertained anyone other than family, and in that time, well? Pandemic. Stay at home orders. Social distancing. You know.
Like many who could, we made the best of being at home, all the time, by adapting and adopting. Unable to go to the gym, we bought a mat and some extra weights so that we could work out in front of the TV. Those are stored near the bookshelves, right next to my ukuleles and songbooks. Likewise, I took up yoga and meditation, so a sheepskin, pillow, candle collection, and a few crystals have all taken residence in the spare room. Dog and cat training? You need games and equipment for that, and those are stashed all over the house, really, since that's where you can find our pets. Rock painting, ornament making, and other such crafting supplies are packed into bins which have to be stacked somewhere. Gardening and harvesting tools and containers fit into the closet and the rear of the cars, except when they don't. Quarts and pints of preserved tomatoes and jams are packed in printed cardboard cases which are stacked in the dining room next to the vinyl records we listen to occasionally. Assorted flours and ingredients for sourdough breads, bagels, tarts, English muffins, and canele are stored in mason jars on the kitchen counter right next to the freshly-roasted coffee beans bought in bulk from the roasters in Savannah, Annapolis, and Buffalo.
We made an art of hunkering down, and now that things are [mostly] opened up? It might be time to reoganize.
Maybe.
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