Mister and I hosted a Beer Clug meeting this past weekend, and we managed some major damage, er, drinking. And eating. It was a lot of fun.
The meeting marked the first time having folks over at the new pad. Boxes are still in corners. The floor is half-stripped. The walls aren’t painted. We had to use paper plates because most of ours are still packed away, somewhere in the garage. This state of flux would ordinarily keep me from allowing the mail carrier a peek inside. Seriously, I’ve pretended I wasn’t home when the carpet’s needed vacuuming. But for some reason, I wasn’t phased. It was all okay. There was room for the clug members, and that was enough.
Maybe I’m finally learning to let go. I’m not sure. That would be nice, though.
Growing up. It does a body good.