company came

 I belong to a small group of women who get together for socializing and sometimes serious conversation about once a month, kind of an informal support group.  I enjoy meeting with this group and, as we take turns hosting our gatherings, I volunteered to host this month. I enjoy hosting and it's good motivation to clean my apartment.  My mother's philosophy of house cleaning was that we always cleaned before company was coming.  This has always worked for me too.  What's even better is when one cleaning works for two occasions.  In this case, my apartment looks nice and clean, these were not messy guests, so I'm ready for the young man who's coming to stay with me on Thursday.  He will be my guest while he is here for the National Organ Competition held this coming weekend at First Pres.  I like to make my guests comfortable, but sometimes I think I over achieve.  Today was a case in point.  My friends came at 3:00pm as planned, bearing lots of delicious treats, so we ate a late lunch, early supper (lupper?) and talked and talked and talked and talked.  It's true we hadn't been together for a couple of months but still?  As it was getting late, I offered them supper, we had plenty of leftovers, but they just laughed and kept on talking and talking.  They are gone now.  One of the ladies noticed it was getting dark outside.  They never seem to stay this long at other ladies' homes.  I suspect it's my saggy, comfy furniture, or maybe my scintillating conversation?  Nope, pretty sure it's the furniture.