Dinner “out” in slippers: the mother’s perspective
Our daughter Kay has already explained how we got to where we are now: across the garage from her and her family in our 826-square foot palace, which was designed by her husband. With his vast computer knowledge, he was able to take our desires and put them into an actual drawing, then turned over to the company that built our home.
The best part is being just across the garage from Kay and the family. That means we don’t have to go outside in bad weather to be a part of their lives. Since we combined households in September, 2012, we have had dinner with them on Sunday nights. They make the dinner and I make the dessert. I really love to cook. Being the dessert-maker keeps me on my toes since I try not to repeat anything too often.
Last Sunday we were treated to “gourmet hot dogs” with a variety of toppings, including chili, onions, cheese and sauerkraut – our son-in-law’s invention that their two sons love. After dinner we were talking to Kay in the kitchen. I happened to look down and both my husband, H, and I still had on our slippers! Since we are across the garage and not subject to snow and ice and boots, we had just picked up the cake and started across, completely forgetting about the slippers we were wearing. What a joy, I realized!
What a joy it is as well to share these times with our grandsons, B and R (ages 6 and 11). They often come to visit us in their slippers, too.