June is B&B month at Chez pear. On Friday night, Mr. Pear's brother arrives for the weekend. Then on Saurday evening Mr. Pear's father and his partner arrive. They will stay through Thursday. Then later on this month, Mr. Pear's mother arrives for a few days, followed closely by Mr. Pear's brother again - the one and only brother, who apparently cannot get enough of us;)
Strangely, I feel no stress. It's more like a clucky domesticity. I hum and open windows and inflate air mattresses and look through cookbooks and get out the little blue glazed vase in preparation for the flowers I'll pick up on Saturday at the farmer's market.
Maybe it's because mini-pear's stubborn cold has us housebound. Or that track and swimming both ended last week and we're not expected anywhere this afternoon. Perhaps it is the walks I took last night and this morning. The prospect of Tai Chi this evening. Maybe it is the grey skies outside and the mugs of hot tea sipped by the big window in the kitchen.
Maybe it's new friends and tomato blossoms in the garden and sitting in bed with Mr. Pear, reading a book and listening to him pick out guitar chords.
Whatever it is, I will go with this new good calm feeling..
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