The cold weather aside, I believe today was the epitome of perfection. After a church service I had wished never ended (yes, it was that good), Stephen, my husband of 33 years and I went to have lunch with one of our oldest friends. No, he’s not old, but he’s been our friend since our college days. Shoot, my husband plays in a band with him still. It’s got to be the longest running band ever.They don’t really play gigs anymore- but they do practice. One of the members moved to Washington state, so, he’s not here to practice. Anyway, I digress. Another story for another time.
When we arrived home, my granddaughter, Makayla and her mom, Natalie, Micah, our son ,and his wife were here. David came along later with food and lots of it. While he and Stephen grilled steaks and baked potatoes, Makayla and I worked at our art tables, while Natalie and Laura sat talking to us. I was still working on two pieces of art and Makayla worked on lots of art at one time,
The above photos are my paintings – “Layered Topography” followed by “Volcano Tree”, followed by Miss Makayla’s “mine.”
We all ate together and laughed together. Everyone left before Downton Abby came on. Watching Downton has always been exciting .
All in all , a wonderful day. About as close to perfection as one could get in this world. Hope your day was just as good.
Everyone’s family has a bit of dysfunction in it. It’s okay. Ours was that way too. But, I like to think we put the “fun” in dysfunctional. We all loved to laugh- my mother most of all. So, you can imagine how confused I was when my mother declared my lifelong friend, Kim Gibson Wallis and I “as silly as blackbirds.” I mean, after all, where did she think I learned it ? No matter, the truth of the matter was that Kim and I thought it incredibly funny! Funny, funny, funny.
As long as I can remember, we had dinners for my mom’s side of the family at our house all the time. My mother and her sister, Ginny, alternated years as to who would host the Christmas dinner. It really didn’t matter, I don’t think to us kids where it was, just as long as it was. It was our time to see each other and play like the wild kids we wished we could be all the time.
If we were at Ginny’s house, then my cousin, Matt would be in charge of what we played and stuff. After all, he did live there and he would be the one to get into trouble (mostly) if we did stuff we weren’t supposed to. Younger readers may be confused because we were actually outside, in the sunshine, running, chasing, playing and teasing one another. Yes, that’s what I said- Outside. Sunshine. Playing. All those things kids barely know the meaning of anymore. Well, anyway, no matter whose house we were at (Texan phraseology, i’m afraid), one game was a constant- “Big Kids Run From the Little Kids.” I never was much of a runner, in fact, I was the last one chosen on a team of any sorts at school recess, but I could outrun the little kids! When Gary, my mom’s brother’s kid, his sisters, Jayne and Amy got to come, it was so much fun! Gary, Matt, Phil (Matt’s brother) and I ran away from poor Jayne and Amy. Of course, it wasn’t long til Jayne was “one of us.”
Oh my gosh! Our parents could just look at each other and start laughing- something their offspring can do as well. It was always fun to know someone else was thinking the same thing at
the same time. Ever happen to you?
Of course, with all of us, there was the “odd, but lovely” relative. This would be our Aunt Dillie. She came to be Aunt Dillie because someone as a baby couldn’t say Nellie. So, Dillie it was. We kinda made alot of fun of poor old Dillie, because she could sniff more times in a row than anyone else in the world! Not only that, but she could burp louder than a guy and we thought it was hysterical. Of course, not to her face. We held it til we were out of the room and then we’d really let the hysteria go.
Turns out, poor old Dillie, unbeknownst to us at such an early age, had been set to marry a young man and he left her at the alter. So, these interesting traits of hers probably came about after the fact. She never married or had a gentleman suitor again. Tragic, really. However, as in Shakespeare, some tragedies are comedy and we thought she was plenty funny.
I am reminiscing because my cousin , Gary, will be spending the weekend with me. For the Fourth of July. I haven’t seen him in years and I am so excited to see him. Because it is a holiday, it reminds me of being a kid, looking out the window , waiting for him to arrive- waiting impatiently for the fun to begin!