There are some things we still need and just haven't gotten.  We really need.  And haven't bothered to pick up.  For one, trash bins.  For two, a kitchen table.  We managed to have dinner company three nights in a row, and not have a kitchen table.  Instead, we served them on two little round tables with screw-in legs.  The first night showed how un-ideal our table situation was, as one of our guests went to set her glass down and discovered there was actually no table quite right there.  Two round tables, under one rectangular table cloth : danger. 

Last night I decided to top the tables with my big picture frame.  It looked cool (I thought) and we were definitely able to claim having provided a unique experience to our guest.... but it didn't exactly offer the stability you need for cutting steaks.   We took turns holding the "table" still.  And we kept all the glasses half-full.  

All three nights have required our guests give us quite a bit of grace and be along for the ride.  But last night was probably the peak.  We'd scheduled to have one of John's best friends over... before we knew that Meg would have accepted a job, started, and had her first event that would go well past 6pm (all within 3 days), and I'd be at an unexpected meeting myself until 6pm. 

I walked in the door (my door) at 6:30pm to smell all sorts of wonderful things.  John was seasoning steaks and mixing drinks.  Michael was standing in the kitchen with him, having brought wine and excellent music to share.   The fellas had taken care of it all.  I promised that  usually, when we invite guests over, we're usually home to greet them and we typically don't make others cook for them.  We also don't typically feed them on a giant picture frame.  Or, one day that won't be typical.  Hopefully.  Probably soon.  I'm just grateful we have friends who are willing to indulge us and play along at our Bohemian game.

We ended the evening with music and poetry on our little lawn.  Meg and I sipped wine while the boys enjoyed their pipes.  Byron, Keats and The Civil Wars.  It wasn't a bad summer night.  Not at all.