The inn is full, sort of..after all, if you want to sleep in the barn, there is still plenty of room. I would suggest you sleep upstairs in the hay loft, as sometimes there is a skunk that roams the barn at night downstairs. I’d also suggest not sleeping directly under the cupola as there is a pigeon that tends to perch there and do what pigeons do best… poop, but other than that, you are welcome to the barn, as the house is full. A full house is still quite new to me. My home was not a ‘destination’ place…it was small….friends lived nearby…family went to my folks house. Our move to Glory Farm has changed many things and people come here. I am still learning how to do ‘it’.
Having a lot of family at the farm for the week is giving everyone a lot of options, which is good, so good in fact that I’ve hardly touched my Secret See’s Candy Survival Stash at all. People tend to drift off in small groups with the members of the group ever-changing, a bit like changing partners in a square dance. Yesterday my sister and I weeded the entire vegetable garden, surprisingly enough, no teenagers offered to join us. However, it was rewarding work and we got uninterrupted visiting time, which is priceless. In the evenings the teens make loud, fun noise singing with rock band until we go to bed which is when they begin their nightly movie.
Every dinner is a large family dinner and although I know we have some picky eaters here, they tend not to exhibit that trait with so many mouths to feed, I guess they’re worried they might not get anything to eat at all if they do. Smart kids….
Feeding oneself breakfast and lunch is a life skill and I’m doing my best to make sure everyone learns how to do it. I do not even bat an eye at Number Three Son as he has orange soda with breakfast…his ration of soda is one can a day and if he wants it downed by 8:00am, well, really who cares?
Becoming a home where people visit is almost as big a change and learning curve for me, as moving to the country. I still have much to get better at… to pace myself….let things go…buy enough TP….know what really matters…accept that we are all a tad bit quirky and be grateful, which I am…that they want to come.
You have become the US matriarch! Fun when you get used to it – particularly when they start to visit with all the grandchildren which they will given time and God willing x
Hi Ellen,
I just love getting your blogs and I am so happy for you and your family.
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Thank you so much Carole!
Oh, the memories you are making, the new family traditions being established, and all the new learning that goes with it. Thank you, God for See’s. (I wonder if they know they are a survival item?)
I think that they must!
Reminds me of the olds at the Jensen Ranch House, you don’t realize how wonderful they were until you’re old and they are no more! Enjoy every minute!!!
Shelba,
It is so true… they made it always seem so easy to have any number of mouths to feed and welcome home.
Reminds me of the old days at the Jensen Ranch House! You don’t realize what a treasure they are until you are old and those days are gone! Enjoy every minute!!