This past year has been extremely busy and in some ways difficult. Having to take care of multiple people, I found myself home almost the entire time since everything was closed down in March last year. I think from between that time to now, I've only been able to get out for something fun for a long period of time two or three times. Now that restrictions are lifting, and masks are no longer required (and everyone in the family and most people I'm around have been vaccinated), it feels like I might have more of a chance to get out again. I've already had people in my family and others offering services so that I can get out once in a while.
I had one of those lovely surprise visits from a neighbor, who was over the top eager to do something for me. The urge to refuse her and get her to leave was really tempting, but sometimes it's important to understand other people's needs, perhaps even a love language. It occurred to me that her love language might be service, and I shouldn't be denying her that. I don't particularly like people in my home, but there are certain rooms where I'm ok with people being in, and so I let her do something in that room for me. She ended up being really helpful with keeping everyone company while I address taking care of other things I needed to do around the house. She wanted to do more, but I have my limits. She left with the satisfaction of helping me with something and with the offer to do more when or if I wanted help. Sometimes it requires some personal accommodations when it comes to dealing with people's love language.
Well, here's to a noisy and busy summer, whether or not I get to do a whole bunch of things, because you know where I'm at, even if I don't go to them, some places are close enough that they'll practically come to me. Good thing I'm fine with live performances and a wide variety of music genres.
