Visits

from the mom

My brother is visiting for the weekend. Well, kind of. He is actually up to watch the Seahawks tomorrow.

Yesterday afternoon I received the usual pre-visit phone call. "I'm running late. Not sure if I will make my flight. Can you check and see if there is a later one with seats left? Oh and while you are at it, could you mapquest two routes and tell me which one is faster?"

It was an exhausting day. In fact, things keep spinning faster and faster and I am not keeping up well at all. So we deliberated. Do you put the clean sheets on the bed? (Ben sleeps in the guest bed these days when we don't haves guests.) I was exhausted. So we waited.

He called 12 minutes before his flight was to depart to say he was at the airport and they were going to let him on the flight. (Amazing how often this happens.) So we changed the sheets. Now we are enjoying a visit on a perfect fall day. Sunny and 75.