The guest room journal

Yesterday I noted the idea to have a journal in the guest room, one I hadn't gotten to yet. Kate, who reads daily, a fact that enamors me, encouraged me to get that errand done and today I did. Thank you Kate.

It's actually quite a proper journal, the palest of blue suedes, nicely wrapped closed.



So many experiences come to us when we share our home. In the past I haven't had a guest room and it is one of my great pleasures of this home.


I remember once being hosted by a bead store owner in her very welcoming home, and reading through the journal that had been left in the guest room. I'm not sure of the etiquette, it seems that the thoughts of prior guests are there to be shared. The journal contained notes left by other bead artists who had stayed and it was intriguing to think about how many of us travel in the same circles, knowing many of the same people, but rarely get to be in one place together.

So Michel and Angenita have gone off to the beach, having apparently almost no summer in Holland. It is in the mid eighties here today, perfect fall beach weather. They will probably set foot in the Pacific Ocean for the first time in front of the famous Del Coronado Hotel. Tonight we will introduce them to artichokes, sour dough bread and the art of verandizing.