Folks ask us, “So how are things at the guest house?” “Fine.” I think after a few years it becomes part of who we are and I don’t even think about it. We were able to take a few weeks this summer to visit Idaho and during that time two different people filled in at the guest house for us. One of them was our friend Crystal. She and Torre emailed back and forth a few times about things that had come up at the guest house, and it hit me, this is our life in words! Often the following dialog will happen between Torre and me. He’ll be on the computer, me standing over his shoulder, both of us looking at the calendar trying to figure out how we can accommodate everyone. So I thought I’d share that written dialog with you to give you a taste of what a typical guest house conversation looks like.
“So Question. The Murillo* family is coming up August 5 plus their aunt Rocio. And they are wanting to be together. The only rooms open are 110, 103 and the apartment. Beards are up that day too and they have 107 & 109. The Smiths have 106. So can I put the Murillo’s in the apartment and then Rocio in 103? I know it’s a pain to clean, but that seems to be the only option, unless the Smiths leave a day early or something.” 🙂
“I’ll email Beards and see if they are good with being in the apartment….It works out better to have them in there with their size of family. The Murillo Auntie can stay in 103.”
“I think I got things figured out. Smiths will leave on Tuesday. So the Beards can have 106. Murillo 107 & 109. Then the only room open is 110 & the Apartment.”
“Also tell the Johnsons’ to keep their room….it looks like according to the calendar they have a room tomorrow night (tuesday) and then a couple of nights starting next sunday that way you don’t have to clean a room or do the sheets and they don’t have to change them until they leave on the next tuesday morning.”
“Can’t wait for you to get back. So I can head home.”
UPDATE: The Smith’s ended up needing to stay longer because of paperwork, another big family needed a room to help the Smith’s enter the country, and we ended up changing all this when we got back. When the dust settled Torre was left standing in a pile of sheets.
*I didn’t get anyone’s permission to use them in this post so I changed all the names.