Better Late than Never

Relatives relaxing at our house. Not shown: me. I'm in the kitchen.

The things you read in this blog are sometimes a little stretched,
but for the most part these writings are narratives of my life, and are only embellished with mirthful metaphors to make them more entertaining. In other words, I'm not making this stuff up.
Yesterday was unusual, even for my family. Sometime during the night, two long-term guests arrived with their two dogs, and two other short-term visitors came in around midnight and found some empty beds. I don't wait up for guests. Anytime after 9 pm you're on your own. After all this isn't a bed and breakfast.
So yesterday by 10 am there were 9 adults, three dogs and two squawky birds to greet me upon waking. Everyone went off to have a fun Saturday and I left for the produce stand to buy watermelons. I soon received a call that the next door neighbor's dog had died and needed to be removed from the living room floor. My neighbor, the owner of the dog, could not be reached for several days.  Holy Hound Dog! Removing a deceased animal from someone else's home is not as easy as you would think. I learned a lot about property rights over the next two hours. At one point, another neighbor, using a phone number I provided, called the owner's daughter in Florida and said her mother was in the hospital and the dog was dead. The person we reached finally made it clear that her mother was Bernadette, and her dog was fine. Oops; wrong number. We never did get through to the daughter. Finally, a distant relative - of my neighbor - not the dog, showed up and I was relieved of duty.
I was left with barely enough time to cut up the watermelons for our Saturday night get-together.
Since I started this blog earlier today, I've bid farewell to four of the visitors and helped move in the long-term guests. I prepared breakfast and lunch, and toured a potential home for my son and his family. I voted yes on the house,  even though it's just around the corner. Too late now. They bought it.
Before I sleep I have only to get dinner ready, hem four pairs of slacks and give my husband a haircut. Speaking of husbands, to help me out, he went to the store for some things. I asked him to bring ravioli. He just called to ask me where they are kept. I told him I would call the store, find out, and get back to him.