Tonight, just as we were sitting down for the supper that was to be eaten in the half hour between my chiropractor appointment and Madeline’s soccer game, we had a little surprise. Marc and I looked up from the table and what we thought was our friend coming back with a drink to have with the supper she eating with us turned into a string of friends coming into the trailer. Nine friends. One after the other. Food in hand. To say congratulations on the fact that Marc was offered a job this week (more to come on that soon).
I was completely shocked. And only slightly appalled that our house was a disaster. (I’ve been in class all week, we have been out of the province every weekend since graduation, Marc had been to Costco today so there were oversized packages of toilet paper and paper towel everywhere…) In fact, we have had only one normal night at home — with no company or outside activities — since April 18th. And, of course, before April 18th was when we were REALLY busy finishing our semester work.)
But our friends didn’t care. We moved the piles of stuff off the chairs (one of our friends literally carried a new toilet seat off a chair and to the bathroom!) and made space for everyone in our tiny little trailer. Fourteen people in all. We ate and drank. Madeline made it to her soccer game. We talked and eventually pulled out a lot of musical instruments and sang together. (My favourite was playing the handbells to “Canon in D” in the key of C with our friend on guitar.)
So thanks to all of our friends who interrupted our night with their smiling faces and who love us just as we are just where we are. And who are even willing to celebrate us leaving. The walls of this trailer have seen many good friends the past three years. Here are some of them: