Hospitality

Imagine that. Unloading. Two tons of wood pellets. By. Nine guests. (Twelve people.) All before supper.

That, my friends, is American hospitality: having your nine guests unload two tons of wood pellets before supper.

That, my friends, is the kind of hospitality you get at the Dickinson household.

Yeah, right.

The pellets were unloaded in a flash. In a jiffy. In a twinkling.

I can say all this about Uncle Tom and Aunt Dorothy's hospitality because I have absolutely no complaints it. Zip. Zero. Nada.

The food was excellent. The hospitality fantastic. The Harry Potter book collection complete. Uncle Tom's beard ... reminded me of Santa Claus.

So, what looked like a post making fun of hospitality is really about to thank it. Because really, it is a courageous breed that would allow nine people in their house and you definitely do deserve some thanks.

 Here we go: THANK YOU Uncle Tom and Aunt Dorothy for letting us stay at your house last night. Loved the food.

THANK YOU Beppe for allowing us to invade your home for a few nights. We really didn't break anything.

THANK YOU Millers for letting us stay at your guest house. Your salt water pool is awesome.

THANK YOU Sparlings for being able to stay at your house and play Mario Kart all day long.

THANKS also to Wiersmas, Amelses, Datemas, Vengas, Disches, Belgraves, and all those people whose names I don't remember and who probably don't read my blog anyway.

THANK YOU anyway.