…to have spare beds

Samuel Pepys wrote in his famous diary, “Mighty proud I am that I am able to have a spare bed for my friends.”

I know how he felt.

When we lived in NYC, it was nice to have visitors and to have a sofa bed and a spare bathroom.   With sleeping bags and air mattresses, we could sleep a few more.

Here, at Casa Lagarto, we could likely house a small regiment if a number of them didn’t mind sleeping on the floor.  Of normal people, expecting a modicum of comfort and privacy, I believe we could take in five, assuming two couples and one single.

Of course, the various rooms are in various states of finalization—by which I mean they all have walls and doors and lights and air—but evidence of being decorated according to some plan varies.

Miraculously, however, there is one guest room that is “finished.”  (Well, maybe not completely.  I expect it could use a picture or two on the walls.)

And this is a good thing because the second miracle is my niece is coming south to spend spring break.

She will be with her grandmother most of the time (grandparents having a pesky prior claim), but I expect and look forward to her coming here for a night or two.  (Woohoo!)

It does make me feel old to find that the toddler who used to ask for help with the toy box via a loudly voiced, “uh-oh” will now be expecting to drive my car.  On the other hand, the conversation is better.

And we will have a reason to go on excursions to places we would be otherwise too lazy to visit.  (I only ever went to Ellis Island or the Empire State Building in the company of out of town visitors in NYC.)

So, the upcoming visit is a triple-header of miracles:  An available guest room, a beloved niece, and adventures in store.

What could be better?