I got together with the family over the weekend–specifically on Saturday–and it was great, as always. It was your typical family reunion–plenty of little kids running around, Cousin Dave MCing (look out, Dave, little Aidan is after your job), the beloved elders who share their memories, the cousins who traveled from far and wide to be with us. We are quite an outfit–and I think we’ll be going back to our usual venue in Colville next year, for many reasons, one of which is a food service worker who snarled at everybody in the buffet line if they picked up a plate to serve themselves. 🙂 We’re not real fond of “crabby” in our family.
Cousin Jay Lael sang his songs and played his guitar, and even brought along CDs of his music. I was lucky enough to get one. Jay is one of my favorite people–a handsome dirt-bike champ in a cowboy hat, who reads Jane Austen. He likes to remind me that I sold him his first guitar for $15.
There are many funny people in the Lael tribe, so we do a lot of laughing.
Family reunions, like families, are gloriously imperfect, and thank heaven for that, as I wouldn’t fit in, otherwise. 🙂
Back to work on the new book today. Sister Sally is visiting, and we’ve had a ball. Pam was up from Oregon, and she and Mom came out for a visit yesterday. Pam and I share a deep interest in art, especially mixed media, so it’s always fun to talk shop.
It’s raining and that makes me feel very cozy in my warm, bright house.
And that’s the news from my kitchen table.
