Visiting

After a gorgeous weekend, it's been rainy all week. I'm going to be pissed if it continues through the weekend, for my parents are visiting. I've been bragging about how beautiful it is here, and when they say, "it was warm this weekend, too!" (Kansas), I get mad. There's no point in living someplace warm if you can't brag about it to people who live in cold climates.

I'm excited. I sent them a tourist's brochure, a Web site for an English tearoom, and the synopsis of the play we're seeing Saturday: As You Like It. We'll go to a real southern cookin' restaurant, and maybe the organic burrito place. I want the weather to be nice enough that we can lounge on the porch.

I haven't seen my parents in a while. I miss them, and want to show them my new home. But I'm nervous too, because invariably, I end up getting annoyed whenever we spend more than a few hours together. And then when they leave, I feel guilty for not thoroughly enjoying our time together, because I miss them again. I wish I knew how to just relax and not get annoyed.