Garbage Day Invite

At church on Sunday, Corwin suddenly looked sad. I leaned over and asked him what was wrong. He whispered "I miss Gordon." I pointed out that Gordon was sitting across the church, playing the organ.

"But he hasn't come to our house for a long time. Can he come over this afternoon?"

"No honey, he probably has plans, and you have soccer. . . "

"What about tomorrow?"

"Well, it's Monday, and people have to work. What about Friday?"

"Okay!!"

"Remember, he might have plans already, but you can ask him after church."

So, after the service, Corwin, Clara, and I went up to the organ to talk to Gordon. Corwin waited patiently while Gordon talked to a few other people. After Gordon said hello to him, Corwin was so excited that he could barely get the words out: "Would you like to come to our house on garbage day?"

Gordon smiled and said "I'd love to come to your house on garbage day."

I spoke up and added the clarification that "just so you know, garbage day at out house is on Friday."

So we're having dinner guests on Friday, also known as garbage day. I hope the weather is nice, because then we can sit out on the deck, and light the lanterns, and really welcome summer.