I’ve done this before. Had parties, I mean. This year, events conspired against me yet it all worked out beautifully.
I sent out invites about a month early followed by a little word of mouth to most folks. About a week before, the first regrets began arriving. Family was visiting. Oh, we understood. They had to do family out of town. I understood. We ate dinner earlier in the week with another couple that couldn’t come, and we had a grand time. More regrets came in. I began feeling the fool. I thought that no one would come, and we would be sitting here alone surrounded by food. I bought food anyway….cheeses, chips, humus, and an olive or two.
But Margot came with Zoe. Zoe had a beautiful new dress purchased by her friend Mary. There was also a present under the tree just for her. One for Margot too.
Regrets kept coming in, and I began understanding what was happening. In the old days, few of our friends were married and 30 or so could come to dinner. Now, years later, most everyone we know has plans with family or friends. Or family arrives. Yes’s turn to regrets.
Neighbors came early, neighbors came later….one at a time or two at a time. It was an absolutely perfect afternoon and evening. We got a chance to talk to everyone one on one. We got a chance to listen. We had a great time. It was a perfect gathering in our tiny front room. Just perfect.
- Himself: Working today and tomorrow. Learning about our heater that isn’t always blowing hot air.