Checkered. Sideways. Random photo from Nicaragua.
OK, pals, this is one of those blogs that I sometimes write with nothing to say. It’s kind of a stream-of-consciousness blog, so stay away if you want something congruent and logical. (Although, who knows, perhaps that may happen! I cannot predict.)
Memorial Day weekend hath come and gone. It’s been memorable. My first cousin Tanzylee and her husband Marty came visitin’. This is memorable simply by the fact that they built a cabin in our neck of the woods eleven years ago–and we’ve never visited with them yet! (This had something to do with the fact that we had three cats for years and Marty is terribly allergic to cats.)
We decided It was Time and invited them over and spent almost four hours–four hours, mind you–talking and laughing and drinking and eating and sharing, and all the things one does when one knows someone since childhood. Tanz was actually in my wedding, back in the 70’s, no kidding.
What’s odd is that we spent almost four hours talking. As my friend, Ruth, can attest–I have trouble talking beyond the two hour range. After that my thoughts go fuzzy and the eyes cross and it’s just challenging. So how this happened–well, it can only be labeled in the miracle category.
Marty remembers EVERYTHING from childhood. His folks were business owners in my hometown and we both talked about the challenges of growing up when you’re expected to behave or else. It sounds like neither of us behaved admirably at times, but it looks like we survived to adulthood to laugh about it.
We’ve made a pact in blood–no, no, just in promises–to meet again at their cabin in the near future. I’m holding them to it. It was just too much fun.