The next few days might be a bit busy, with sweet Indian boyfriend spending the day with us on Sunday (going to church and then he and oldest daughter will fix us an Indian dinner---which will be delightful), and second son turns 24 on Monday. More possible company then with a friend of second son's maybe coming to eat. Must get the house whipped up into shape.
Spend some time yesterday
tidying up deep cleaning the kitchen. When oldest daughter and boyfriend cook, I get intimidated when it's not straighter than normal. I like to put on a good front, no matter, and I'm not the tidiest homemaker around by any means. And we're in prayer for SIB since he's graduated from culinary school and is looking for work. Yesterday he applied for a job with a cruise liner and it'll be curious to hear how
that plays out. It'll be a six-month obligation out of Hawaii, and that puts a new spin on daughter's/his relationship anyhow. Hmmm. Not sure what I think of that. Part of me believes he needs to get out from under his family (Indians have a different way of parenting than I'm familiar with---much more involved, and their work ethic is very stringent), and away time would probably be healthy for all participants. Force some growing apart, if you know what I mean. And would prove the couple's relationship one way or another. Getting the feeling that an engagement might be in the works. Would prefer they wait until he gets back---so much can happen, even when you least expect it. But maybe that's just the mother in me piping up.
Now must go tidy up the mess I've made in the living room. Major bookshelf dusting and with Gary soon to be home, would rather have something done and finished. And can hear the chickens in the backyard with the least one. She's singing and they're clucking, most likely running away from her. They don't mind being held, but you have to chase them down first. Then they cozy up and are adorable. It's the getting them there that's the challenge. Same with the rest of us. Chase us down, then we're adorable. Such is life. :)
