Torsten, a German student I met in PEI, told me a story about family that I cannot forget. He was referring to his in-laws coming to visit and he said “Family is like fish. Very tasty for the first few days but after a week, it stinks”.
I’ve always liked that because it seems to ring true more often than not. For some, the time frame may be shorter or longer, depending on the company. But, I think it really reflects how we deal with personal disruption. I can go a week, no sweat, on my own, but after that, it stinks.
I am looking forward to seeing Barb here, to seeing Tiffany who I haven’t seen in too long a time and to sitting in the same chair I am now sitting in, doing the same things I am now doing, but knowing there is someone else nearby, able to chat whenever there is something to chat about.
Barb is now planning to come home on Friday. It should make for considerably less running around and my only instruction is to get plain Lay’s potato chips, not rippled, not flavoured and not any other brand. I think I can handle that much until Friday …