I am alone in my house for the first time in weeks.
It's been raining since about 4:00 pm today, it started, it stopped and then started again everytime I tried to leave the house to walk to the store.
Who cares, I have bowls of ice cold cherries, watermelon and cantaloupe, a pitcher of garden fresh ice mint tea and a lemon syrup.
They can wait for a new bag of crunchies.
I had a guest from Singapour via Morgantown, West Virginia who left this morning.
She was tall, thin and extremely elegant. As if Lucy suddenly became a person.
She's a poetess who just got her Masters in Creative Writing.
To hear her talk about demolition derbys and football games and pepperoni rolls, apparently the state food of West Virginia, was hilarious.
She had a beautiful accent reminincent of a 30's British movie star. She said it's her fake American accent.
I want one.
Meanwhile up in the attic was B. His new place around the corner wasn't available until yesterday so I said he was welcome to stay in the attic if he could make it work.
Several hours later it was clean and organized, he built a tent like structure from the piles of textiles I have stashed up there, bought an air conditioner and an air mattress.
I think somewhere in the swirl of activity he and Lucy got married, at least I hope so because she moved up there with him too.
I told the next two Airbnb guests he was my nephew.
I don't know why. I didn't know how else to explain why a man married to a cat was in the attic.
So now it's just the 3 of us. Gus is soaked from the rain, Lucy's sulking cause her man did her wrong and I'm missing my griller.
But tomorrow Carlos (another Carlos) arrives, this one from Miami and the next chapter unfolds.
Born to host.
PS. Gratuitous squirrel picture. I have never eaten a peach from my tree.
Public Enemy #1