Today our friends from across the ranch, Joyce and Rob Mukleroy, are arriving. They have heard of our descriptions of the place and decided to buy a time share at Paradise Village, but we suggested they come and see the place. This of course was all arranged before Ken's surgery, so our activities will be restricted, but they will be free to go on their own. Suzanne Reynolds was a perfect house guest, helpful to both Ken and me. She kept telling Ken how well he was doing, and she was happy to eat our peculiar meals.
Over the years we have had a lot of house guests. We like having them and the reason is that we do not fuss so they are no trouble to us. We all eat dinner together and the rest of the time they are welcome to raid the refrigerator. We keep a supply of information about the area and local transportation. They then head out on their own. I don't know if the guests like it or not but it works for us. When we first moved to Washington we took our guests downtown to play tour guide, but that lasted about six months. After that, they were on their own.
Once upon a time many years ago we were visiting Gill in Toronto, at her old house on Hollywood Street. We were in the kitchen preparing dinner. I commented to Gill that we enjoyed visiting her because she didn't fuss. Gill said to me "Ruth, what you don't know is that I am fussing." "Oops", said I. And I never made that mistake again and realized that reality is always specific to you, not to the other party. The truth is I don't know if our friends and relatives who visit us think we are fussing over them or ignoring them. But it doesn't really matter does it?
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