One day will live in infamy in our house. Two cars, full of people, swept into the yard. With no notice. We were caught rotten

Christmas is a time for visitors. And I’m ok with that. Now.

But it’s taken a while for me to be a person who just deals with visitors. I think I’m still a bit scarred from an incident 30 years ago known as The Time All The Visitors Came And We Had No Notice.

We didn’t have a visit-able house. It was a bookish farmhouse. That mean wellingtons on top of books. A certain je ne sais quoi hung in the air, but if I had to take a guess it was probably silage. Consequently, visitors caused a bit of stress.