Sunday, September 12, 2010

Hospitality Lime Style

Our church lost its youth pastor a year ago.  We recently hired a new guy, who moved from Colorado with his wife and kids.  The first week they were here they wound up making a visit to Calypso in the hospital.  We appreciated the kindness.  Somehow during the visit the story came out about when Mr. Lime and I were newly engaged.  I was somewhat horrified to have him take me to another couple's house where he immediately made a beeline to the kitchen, flung open the fridge door, and asked what they had to eat.  Mind you, I grew up in a family where I didn't even do that at my grandparents' houses let alone at a friend's house.  I was definitely shocked.

After Calypso came home and had a few more days to recover, Mr. Lime decided we should take the new youth pastor and his family to a semi-local eating establishment that would be be described as "unique and quirky" not to mention cheap.  It was agreed his family would come to our house and we'd leave together from there.  I was at the kitchen sink cleaning up a few things when the new pastor and his wife burst into my kitchen, flung open my fridge, and asked what I had that was good to eat.  I almost fell on the floor laughing.

This past Friday, after the first two weeks of school following Calypso's hospitalization and all the insanity which accompanies those events, my house was a  complete wreck.  School supplies, athletic equipment, baskets of laundry, and stacks of mail littered the living room.  The kitchen, which you may recall was to be cleaned by Isaac, remained untouched.  I hasten to add his consequences are still in place and grow each day he takes to complete the list.  I had just returned home and, as I surveyed the wreckage, Mr. Lime announced the new youth pastor would soon be coming over for a brief meeting.  I simply said I hope he doesn't mind the mess.  Mr. Lime rather sheepishly admitted the guy was coming to our house because his wife had protested about having a meeting at their house due to the mess.  I threw my head back and let loose with a howling laugh over the irony.  "Bring it on.  I'm not about to scurry around making it look presentable in the next 15 minutes. It is what it is."  My personal energy reserves were running fairly low and I wasn't going to expend what remained on keeping up appearances.

The youth pastor arrived and Mr. Lime announced he was not permitted upstairs due to the mess but they would meet in the den.  I laughed and reminded them both the new guy and his wife had already seen the inside of the fridge (which I keep clean) so there were no real secrets in the living room and kitchen.  I told the guy he was welcome to stroll through the disaster zone at his leisure.  Bask in the untidiness.  His face brightened as he asked, "Really?"  Yes really.  "Can I even frolic?"   Frolic to your heart's content.  He then proceeded to skip through the obstacle course that was my living room and kitchen.  I warned him of hazards and described the composition of various collections of adolescent detritus.  I even pointed out the layer of dust on the piano and invited him to write his name in it.  Having been completely convinced of my wavering sanity he retired to the den with Mr. Lime.

Earlier in the day I had received an order for organic potatoes from a farmer/patient at the office where I work.  I was expecting about 10 lbs of spuds and wound up with 20 instead.  I texted the youth pastor's wife with the "messy" house and asked her if she'd like some.  She wanted to know if I sent all my visitors home with potatoes.  I replied it was either that or a pile of dirty socks in which she could grow her own potatoes.

An open fridge, weird eateries, a messy house, and spuds.  Come one, come all.


18 comments:

G-Man said...

HA!
That sounds so RUSSIAN!!!
They sound like very down to Earth People.

G-Man said...

And it sounds Like BINGO!!
As Well!!

Hilary said...

Messy house or not, I suspect that we pretty much always see the real Lime.

Commander Zaius said...

I simply don't trust people with clean desks and houses. They are always up to no good.

Commander Zaius said...

Sorry, meant to add that my house always has at least two piles of dirty clothes in the corner of some room, a pile of recycle items clustered around my wife's loved kitchen appliances, and the occasional pee spot on the carpet Sparky the Dog likes to contribute.

~Tim said...

Hah, classic Lime. My sister has a sign in her kitchen: Our house is clean enough to be healthy and messy enough to be happy.

Bijoux said...

I admit to being quite anal about things 'looking clean' when company comes over. This really means hiding the junk in closets and bedrooms.

Cheesy said...

When life hands you potatoes...make potato soup!

Craig said...

So - Cheesy likes potato soup. . . I like it. . .

And hey, you can come visit us anytime. We're as likely to let you join us folding laundry in the family room, as anything else.

And, mi fridge es su fridge. . . ;)

S said...

Ok, I love it when people feel comfortable enough to get in my fridge, or at least say, "Ya got anything good to eat around here?"

I love it when people barge in and flop down on the couch, or just in general make themselves at home.

Your new pastor sounds like a really nice guy, and lots of fun too!

Anonymous said...

YP sounds kewl...
what metters are the people in the house....the rest is just impulsively creative decoration...

Suldog said...

I'd comment, but being Irish the stuff about potatoes has obliviated all other thoughts.

clean and crazy said...

sounds like life at it's fullest!!

Shrinky said...

Oh, I am so cured of pretending to keep a clean house - with all the kids my own darlings drag home without notice, just like you, I've resigned myself to settle for just a happy one, instead! Besides, what's a little dust between friends, eh?

Craver Vii said...

That was cool that you made your youth pastor feel welcome and comfortable in your home. He sounds like a decent chum.

(M)ary said...

They sound wonderful. So far you know that 1) they listen 2) they have senses of humor...
That pretty much wraps it up in my opinion, they are good people.

Jocelyn said...

I have a favorite girlfriend in MN who uses "It is what it is" all the time...so imagine my delight that you do, too. That no apologies attitude towards life gets my respect.

Logophile said...

I think I like these people!