Yesterday we found out that we are officially under contract on the Esperanza house. Yeah! That means I can officially unpack. I have been holding back, particularly not unpacking my books, until the scene looked a little more hopeful. I am hopeful we will be able to close on June 14th.
A few blogs ago I talked about how Garry liked Esperanza and not many other houses because of the dining room. Esperanza has a beautiful echo-chamber of a dining room! A lot of places have "eat-in" kitchens now, and Garry was always convinced there was not enough space.
It was then I saw signs of the dinner parties to come. I just did not realize how fast. Last Saturday we moved all of the big stuff and he wanted to have his grandparents over for dinner the very next day. I said, "No way!" We did not know where anything was -- pans, cups, utencils. You know, little things. And half of our kitchenware was still in the apartment.
I guess he thought that it's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission because on Monday he invited over his Mom, brother, sister-in-law and nephew. Garry really wanted to have a special dinner for his Mom to thank her for coming all the way from Florida and to belatedly celebrate Mother's Day. I knew that a general dinner was in the works. I just did not realize we were hosting. I was a little embarrassed to have company in my box-infested home.
But, Garry said I signed off on the dinner and the location, especially since he did all the cooking, does not matter. Is he right?