Postby Kathryn-in-Canada » Mon Oct 02, 2017 8:16 am
I'm up. Another dodgy night, I think because I'm too hot. It is cool outside, the window is open and I still have the summer duvets and a sheet over the bed, not the blanket and summer duvets (spring/fall) or the winter duvets along with the blanket (supposed to be winter but our apartment was too hot for that last year.) But still, I'm having rough nights, waking up too hot.
Anyway, I'm up. Tea and chocolate consumed.
I've invited the last 6 people to Thanksgiving dinner on Saturday. Dh is a bit upset with me since he won't be here to help and feels I was guilted into doing it. CM asked me what was happening. I had been holding off for someone to indicate an interest in this. So Saturday it is. Dd said yes right away, and it turns out she wanted something but wasn't saying anything. Ds said yes even though I didn't see enough time in his schedule for him to come over.
Dh is upset it is falling on me but this is potluck so it won't be too bad. And 'family' so the only standards I have to meet are my own. I just have to get him to help open the table up completely before he leaves since it is a 2 person job; although I have neighbours I could ask as well. He leaves on Friday and by then I should have the table being set anyway.
My feeling is we pay hundreds of dollars extra a month in rent just so we can have a full dining room and room to host large sit-down meals around my antique table. I also have a large kitchen that allows preparation of a big meal. And 2 china cabinets and 2 large silver chests full of the items required to host a large gathering. So to not do is ridiculous. Yes, I have a lot of stuff (people who visit me often comment on that, which I happen to think is rude) but despite my minimalist heart, I can warrant keeping all this 'stuff' if it is used.
The only large item that I keep that doesn't meet my 'used often' standard is my great, great-Aunts' treadle sewing machine since it isn't used to sew (although my grandmother did sew on it and it worked the last time I tested it a few decades ago.) But it serves as a display surface. And I did put it in the estate sale - moving it from my home to my Dad's and from there to the consignment store. When I saw it unsold two months later I had such a pang I had them put it back in my van and I moved it home. I do truly love this piece so it deserves a place in my home until my home can no longer hold it.
So aside from the rent, the price of my keeping all my antiques is that I must host large meals on a regular basis. The table has to be used for more than piles of paperwork!