Sometimes I think I'd do well as a hermit.
I like people, don't get me wrong, I just also really like holing up in my little house-cave sometimes. I like wearing junkie clothes all day and just chilling with my kids. It's fun.
The problem comes in the form of socially-active Brazilians. Ya know in those old Southern movies where all the ladies are sipping lemonade on the porch, and people just "drop by"? And they'd get all dressed up to go "visiting"?
In many ways, I love it. It reminds me of my college days, when you went over to your friend's house Just Because. You didn't need a reason. You just showed up. Unfortunately, as we grow older and get husbands and kids and Things To Do, the habit gets dropped. I think Americans are just very task-oriented. We're not anti-social; just busy. We are appointment-only kind of friends.
So it took some getting used to when my house soon developed a revolving door policy. Someone is ALWAYS OVER. Usually unannounced, and for no reason whatsoever. Just to chat, visit, "matar saudades," or what have you.
This translates to mean my house (at least the "visible" parts - the bedrooms are another story) is always visitor ready. And we always have cake. (Because that's part of the visit.)
Nine times out of ten, I open the door with a smile on my face. I love my friends, and I love shootin' the breeze with them, just enjoying their company and hanging out together.
And then there are days where I just really want to take a nap. (Or blog.)
Now excuse me - there's someone at the door.