My sister went home yesterday, and her son and daughter-in-law are going to stay at least for a couple of days with her. She'll see her doctor on Tuesday.
Cliff's sister Charlene and her husband are here for the weekend. They've spent lots of weekends here lately, and since they are our favorite guests, we're glad: They accept us as we are, we're comfortable with them... and they're so much fun. We no longer call the extra bedroom the "guest bedroom". Oh no, we call it "Pat and Charlene's room". They leave a few clothes, toothbrushes, and so forth, here. It's their home away from home.
Their last visit, they were here getting their farmhouse ready for its new tenant. This time a funeral brought them. They say this will probably be their last visit for awhile, and that makes me rather sad. I guess we'll have to go visit them in St. Louis... but they haven't bought their hot tub yet! I don't know if I can survive without my morning soak in the hot tub.
Of course I jest, but it surely is a wonderful way to wake up, with all those jets massaging my back, legs and feet.
The chemicals drive me crazy, though. Not that it's time-consuming, adding them; because it isn't. But I'm always wondering if I'm doing everything right. Some things are to be added with one pump running, some with two pumps but no aerator running, whatever that means. Oh, and if you use the wrong chemicals it can mess up some of the workings... and that's not covered in the warranty. Cliff says, "Don't worry about it; if we have to get it fixed, we will."
Charlene and Pat love the hot tub and have intentions of buying one for themselves before too long. I told them that perhaps by then, I'll know enough about these pricey chemicals to be able to advise them.
I have cinnamon roll dough rising in the kitchen. Yesterday we had biscuits and gravy. I cook like that when our favorite guests are in residence, but I do remind Cliff not to over-indulge. And he listens to me pretty well.
Life is good.