Midwest Sojourn: Part II
Seeing family again is such a good thing. There is a special relationship that exists with people that have know you your whole life. They have seen you at your worst and worse than that. They saw you go through your geek stage and celebrated your times of brilliance. God only knows what memories of you your family carries: memories they hope they never forget and some they wish they could.
This is what happens when I get together with family: I rediscover a part of myself. There is that part of myself that is that son, that brother, that uncle. Yes, yes, yes... I know that I am my own person. But one inescapable delight is to know that I am redefined in some mystical way each time a new soul is added to the family or moves on beyond this earthly veil.
And so it was when we arrived at the home of my brother-in-law and my sister and saw them once again. Even though it was past their bed time when we showed up they stayed up for awhile and made us feel at home and get "settled in". That is one great thing about them is that make you feel at home right off. Of course this is not to slight or take anything away from her nice, plump kitty-cat that was a fuzzy welcome wagon on paws (sans fruit basket & coupons).
That night my wife and I slept in antique beds that once belonged to my grandparents. Yes, I meant to use the plural form of the word bed. For whatever reason, my grandparents weren't real big on cuddling at night. Having been raised by them many moons ago, and recalling my day-to-day life, I can only assume it was a combination of farting and snoring. Nonetheless, it is better to banish such thoughts and wonderment while trying to get to sleep after a long trip.
We fell asleep in a room at a lower temperature than the daily low temperature in Tucson. What might have otherwise coaxed us to turn on the heat back home lulled us into dreams under the comforters and quilts.
Next time....The Clydesdale horse farm visit!
This is what happens when I get together with family: I rediscover a part of myself. There is that part of myself that is that son, that brother, that uncle. Yes, yes, yes... I know that I am my own person. But one inescapable delight is to know that I am redefined in some mystical way each time a new soul is added to the family or moves on beyond this earthly veil.
And so it was when we arrived at the home of my brother-in-law and my sister and saw them once again. Even though it was past their bed time when we showed up they stayed up for awhile and made us feel at home and get "settled in". That is one great thing about them is that make you feel at home right off. Of course this is not to slight or take anything away from her nice, plump kitty-cat that was a fuzzy welcome wagon on paws (sans fruit basket & coupons).
That night my wife and I slept in antique beds that once belonged to my grandparents. Yes, I meant to use the plural form of the word bed. For whatever reason, my grandparents weren't real big on cuddling at night. Having been raised by them many moons ago, and recalling my day-to-day life, I can only assume it was a combination of farting and snoring. Nonetheless, it is better to banish such thoughts and wonderment while trying to get to sleep after a long trip.
We fell asleep in a room at a lower temperature than the daily low temperature in Tucson. What might have otherwise coaxed us to turn on the heat back home lulled us into dreams under the comforters and quilts.
Next time....The Clydesdale horse farm visit!
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