Baby nephew, not to mention his parents and doting grandfather, are coming over for a casual lunch today. So casual that we’re just going to pick up Chinese food, (albeit of the authentic sort) and put it on the table with plate, forks, napkins. I suppose I will put out the chopsticks too, and maybe give everyone a glass of water.
My sister-in-law thought up the idea of a monthly family get-together. We could have just said, um, Thanksgiving? and let it go for November, but I like commitments, and very informal gatherings.
And I like babies.
When a baby comes over all focus shifts to the floor. This one in specific is 9 months old, and crawling everywhere. So in a few minutes I’m going to get up off the peanut-colored sofa, and start the old familiar maternal sweep. You know, like the automatic pool gizmo? See object, pick up object, deposit it where small hands can’t reach. The shifting of stuff from one place to another, the clearing of surfaces, the removal of lint. Dangerous stuff, lint.
I’ll probably even have to get the vacuum cleaner out of the closet. And maybe some of my children’s old toys. Which, yes, I’ve kept. Not all, not everything, just a few key items in that colored plastic that used to cover my floors and injure my metatarsal. Floor Duplos are even more dangerous than lint.
Other than cleaning the front bathroom, and finishing up a ceremonial Unloading Of The Dishwasher, that’s it. No fresh-baked anything, no fire in the fireplace, no greenery, no fuss. But the living room rug becomes a secular sacred space, when babies visit. Hospitality focused on the most dear of guests. None of the other guests will mind in the slightest.
Have a wonderful weekend everyone.