Even though I am publishing in a Saturday time zone, it’s still really Friday. And what a Friday it has been!
Thank you to all who sent me sympathies on the loss of my aunt – the reason for my return to “The Good Life,” this weekend. And, returning for a funeral is always an occasion to see my cousins and remaining aunts and uncles. Every time we get together we run through a veritable “who’s who” in regard to cousins. I have 52 first cousins. Knowing their children is beyond me, knowing their spouses is a guess! Now, granted they aren’t all here, it’s still a reintroduction most times, since apparently we don’t look like the people we remember from childhood and obviously can’t remember from the last funeral. Imagine that?
Other than that, I spent the day being chauffeured by my brother to lovely retail opportunities, including a pumpkin sales stand where I managed to trip over a wagon hitch and fall in the gravel, scraping myself nicely. It really was an opportunity to involve a lawyer, but hey, we take these episodes with a grain of salt in the heartland. (And I’m really okay. I didn’t break anything! And my dress for the funeral will cover my skinned knees. All is fine.)
We ended the evening with a lovely cigar by the fire and a bit of bourbon. My brother, sister and I enjoyed many a laugh at our own expense, reminisced and laughed at our parent’s expense, and extended the evening into the next day here. Tomorrow – today – we will continue finding the joy in being with family.