House Guest

This weekend at some point, our apartment will become occasional home to another person. I'll make the story short because, as you can guess, it's a long one. Someone who lives in Columbia, that we have met once and liked (fortunately), got a part with the St. Louis Shakespeare Company to be in the Merry Wives of Windsor. She doesn't want to take up residence here because her husband will remain working in Columbia. She also doesn't want to pay what it would cost to stay in a hotel for that time, so we were a logical choice. Trust me. It was logical.

So, for the next few months, we'll have a visitor with us during most of the days because her rehearsals are in the evening. Sophia is beside herself with excitement at having a new person with whom to share all of her thoughts and vast experiences. Our guest is from England. Sophia is particularly excited about that for some reason. I can only hope we don't offend her too early or frequently... Sophia is currently calling her "the accent girl," so that should be a great start. One afternoon I had to pretend to be our guest for the day, and Sophia asked me all kinds of questions that I'm hoping were not really practice for the real thing.

I am really looking forward to having her here as well. Sophia and I both like having people around, so I'm going to work really hard not to overwhelm her with information or relationship right off the bat.

I'll let you know if and when we freak her out.