Friday, we didn't leave the house at all. Not for a run. Not for a shopping trip. Not for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. We had jobs to do and we were determined to get it done. Grampa made all three meals, trying to use up a lot of what was getting ready to expire, and avoiding all recently bought items.
At dinner, we talked about who was coming tomorrow. Dave was going to be in charge of door duty; letting the guests in and showing them to the backyard. Noah and I were in charge of helping with set up. I didn't really know what that entailed until after breakfast on Saturday morning.
We pulled out every chair available. Beach chairs. Camping chairs. Even the office chairs; though those stayed in the dining room as some of the dining room chairs got moved to the back deck.
"I wish we had some folding tables." Mom remarked as she supervised us opening chairs and spreading them out over the grassy areas.
