When Company Comes

One of my long lost high school buddies came to visit over the weekend. It's been 7 years since our last visit. She said to me, "do you mind if I bring my dog, Max?" and I said, "no, not at all!" When she pulled up in her 1 ton flat bed diesel pick up and Max stuck his head out the back window I thought, "HOLY CRAP". Max is a 100 + pound Rottwieler. Everything IS bigger in Texas.
Our poor dog weighs in at 54 pounds. When he saw Max he got behind me (like I was going to be able to do anything about it). By the time Elizabeth and Max left on Monday morning, Loki and Max were best friends.
You learn so much about yourself when company comes.
You really realize how much you appreciate your own routine. My house is not fancy, and very lived in and loved. But I start feeling insecure about it. I notice the cobwebs or dust bunnies and the bare spots in the lawn. While my friend was talking I would find myself making mental to-do lists. I missed Celebrity Apprentice. I didn't make it to the Soroptimist club's community service day. I made 4 trips to the grocery store and washed the dishes twice a day. And I drank a lot of beer.
So my crafting projects were set aside for a few days. I did make it to Joann's to purchase binding for the baby quilt where my friend quizzed me about how I was going to sew it on. Now I'm not sure...and so I go in search of my quilting book to see if that is indeed how I should do it.
We are all resting now from our weekend. Loki is taking extra naps, and his wounds are scabbing over and healing. The cats have come in the house and while still jumpy, at least aren't glaring at me. In a couple of days we will all be back to normal and I will get that binding on that quilt one way or the other.