The young men are cleaning their bathroom, the middle-aged man is cleaning up his bread-making mess, and I'm desperately searching for my recipe for poached pears. Yes: we're expecting houseguests this weekend.
Not just any houseguests: our adorable daughter is bringing her adorable boyfriend home from college to visit the folks. And not just any weekend: at some point tomorrow, the young people will all climb into formal wear, pick up their dates, pin on corsages, and go to the high school prom, where the adorable daughter will pass the rhinestone tiara on to the new prom queen. We old folks will snap some photos, wave goodbye, and settle into some comfy chairs for a quiet evening at home. If the Ghost of Proms Past makes an appearance, we'll slam the door in his face. That powder-blue polyester tux with the wide lapels and ruffled shirt may have looked spiffy in 1980, but who can face up to it today?
Besides, today I'm busy cleaning the house, poaching the pears, and counting the hours until the wanderers return.
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