Lately I’ve had guests. Out of town guests who came and went at different times and from different airports.

Out of town guests who once lived here and wanted to catch up with friends and other family members which meant hosting an endless stream of mostly hungry folks for days. Out of town guests who wanted to make the four hour drive to Reno to visit other family members where barbecues had to accommodate the gluten-free, lactose intolerant, vegan mocktailers . . . and the rest of us slovenly alcoholic beasts who will eat and drink anything.

Those guests were called Adult Children. Mine were especially brilliant: They knew and diagnosed everything wrong with me and presented viable solutions such as: “It’s time for the Assisted Living, Mother.”

Thank you persons formerly known as CHILDREN. Thank you very much.

Perhaps I should warn this Mourning Dove that the eggs she’s spent days sitting on will hatch and become Out of town guests before she knows it. What do you think?

I’m going to take a break from blogging to try to finish several writing projects. It’s a foolish thing for me to do because the one book I have managed to republish is dying on the vine but I have stories to tell and they won’t let me be. That doesn’t mean I won’t be enjoying your posts! Just not as often.

PS. I will let you know how Mama Mourning Dove does with her offspring.