My parents arrived on friday night with three nieces in tow, so our household count is (for the next few days) 13.
Tents have been pitched in the backyard to contain the overflow.
Yesterday we all went on a nice little canoe trip down a nice quiet river with no white water whatsoever. But I haven’t done any river canoeing at all in a very long time, and it was nice (if somewhat wearing) to be able to dust off my skills.
Last night, once my mother was tired of cleaning my house for me, I snagged her for one of those nice conversations/discussions I like so much about the societies that I build for my fictional works, and why I build them the way I do, and how they relate to the real world, and all the fun little tidbits of real world information that I found when doing all the non-fiction reading that I do to provide my brain with imaginary society fodder, and so forth. I can go on about that sort of thing for days, especially if I have an interested and informed conversational partner who instead of listing in awe and telling me how clever/creative/knowlegeble I am, actually contributes their own theories, connections and tidbits of historical/cultural/scientific data.
It kept me up later than I really should have been up, though. ::rueful::
Footnote: Post title is a reference to The Hobbit.
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