…than most folks accomplish in, oh, a couple of hours.
Today I:
Then, of course, after 9:30 am I did housework and laundry
And what did you do today?
Next week will start and end with two family reunions, at least the way my family tends to reunite: at funerals and weddings.
Monday we will say goodbye to Roy, my Aunt Katy’s husband of twenty years, a wonderful and loving man who lived to 86, survived two strokes with humor and determination, and once jumped the rails with his daughter for an afternoon ride through western Colorado. He’ll be buried with full military honors, having served in the army during WWII. Cousins I haven’t seen since my own dad’s funeral six years ago will be there. Six years is too long to reconnect.
On the other side of the family, my cousin will marry off her daughter on Saturday. Her father, my uncle Joe, is the last surviving sibling out of seven children. A true Catholic family who procreates as best it can, it’s produced more cousins than I can count. I asked my mom to join Husband and I at the reception, saying it will be great to visit with everyone whom, again, we haven’t seen since Dad’s funeral. Her reply: “There isn’t really anyone left anymore.”
My sisters and brother and I, we are laughers. We will laugh at Melissa’s wedding and reception. We most likely, through tears, will laugh at Roy’s funeral too (and he, I believe, will be laughing with us). But that comment, from my mom? Couldn’t laugh at that.
Just a few weeks ago my sisters, brother and mom gathered our own families together for a portrait sitting. We laughed throughout it, of course, and I think it shows in the final shots. Our children are close, closer even than I once was with my own cousins so many decades ago. They spend the night at each other’s houses, they consider themselves best friends.
I wonder: In thirty years, will they only see each other at funerals and weddings?
My husband, David Cook, has been riding the David Cook craze for the last several weeks. Thought I’d give you all a peek at my very own American Idol:
And here is his new producer:
Have a peaceful Memorial Day.
I’ve been away only a short time but it feels longer. Spring break passed in a whirlwind, although at the time it too seemed much longer…
Fort building with Mom – my hideout for much of Spring Break
Other highlights in my world:
Picture this: A six-foot tall reverberating snorer. A six-year old sleep talker who flails. Me contorted in the middle. All three on an incredibly shrinking, eighteen-year-old double mattress. I usually awoke to numb arms and multiple aches because I couldn’t move.
No longer, my friends. I’m still stuck in the middle, but I have room to languidly move arms and legs at will. The snores seem farther away, as does the morning breath, and the dervish that is No. 2 son asleep causes nary a blip during my slumber.
Granted the oversized– and did I mention pillow-top? — bed in our late 1930s bungalow means we have about 32 inches on two sides of the bed and about 38 at the end for furniture and traffic flow. But who cares when we’re finally getting sleep! Well-worth dealing with Regan and no wi-fi for another several months.
On the horizon: A book launch celebration for ![[info]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
elizabethcbunce this Friday! A writing powwow Saturday afternoon with
and
! KU in the Final Four! The Police with Elvis Costello in May!
Must return to freelance work. The credit card statement that includes the bed and new bedding purchases arrived yesterday. Shudder. Happy Spring, all!
