The last overnight visitors of our winter “season” in Georgia came and went this weekend, and the business of packing and closing the lake house has begun. This week will include doctors’ visits for Ted and I (just the annual checkups our internists insist upon before we travel north to begin six months of Mackinac Island’s mandatory aerobic exercise that changes us each summer back from couch potatoes to fit and semi-lean senior citizens). We’ll be updating the addresses on our favorite catalogs and magazines (because the postal service doesn’t forward those) and filling out the forwarding form at the post office for our regular mail. I’ll be making lists – and more lists – because without them I will forget something important – like making reservations at Whitmore Lake, MI for our one night on the road (which I just this second thought about and have to write that down right now before I forget it again).
George and Tom West, two high school buddies of Ted’s, arrived on Saturday morning. When we attended the party at Paula Deen’s home in Savannah last October, Ted and Tom had reconnected, and Ted talked to him about coming for a visit. He finally got around to making the invitation “official” a month of so ago, and Tom asked if he could bring his brother with him. As you know, at our place “the more the merrier” is the official Horton motto, so of course we said yes!
I can’t tell you what went on with these three on Saturday because they left the house around noon in the pontoon boat and didn’t return until 10 p.m. that night. From listening to them for two hours after they got home, and again Sunday morning over breakfast, all I can say is I think they had a large time getting to know our friends on the ri’vah.