It's now Friday and Mary and I are largely recovered from hosting what turned out to be 113 people in our home Tuesday to raise money for Josh. We raised good money, though I feel like touting the exact figure -- if I even had it -- goes against norms.
Of course that night we were completely toast but we also went to sleep in a house that was 95% clean because that's just kind of the worker bees we are. On Wednesday I worked from home. Mary seemed to spend a good part of the day carefully scrutinizing the sun as it played across the wood floor at different angles. When she espied a stain of some sort, she pounced and broke out some combination of broom, wet Swiffer and vacuum cleaner and remediated the issue.
Partially it was because we were having one of our patented night after hoover up the leftovers get together. It was hard to rustle people up so close to the holidays but we eventually fed a few people and poured a little wine down the throat of a neighbor.
But Mary was also, in typical but also necessary fashion, on to the next. Namely, Christmas, which kicks off this afternoon when Graham comes home. Then Mary's brother Rob arrives for two weeks on Sunday, then Natalie on Thursday, Beth, Sadie, and their dog Catfish on Saturday (they have an AirBnb to keep the dog away from our cats).
It will be our first Christmas hosting, the first since both Mary Lee and George Jr left us, so it will be new territory.
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