It is truly lovely when none of the stressful things one anticipates might happen actually happen.
All of the flights both coming and going were on time, and there were no unexpected gate changes at Dallas-Ft. Worth. The airline failed to provide a wheelchair when I got off the airplane at Dallas-Ft Worth, but I was able to get to the departure gate under my own power without difficulty and was allowed to pre-board the plane going to Los Angeles. That meant I could get myself and my carry-on down the aisle without whacking anybody on the way.
When I told a friend I was going to see my brothers and sister, she wanted to know if we got along.
Yes. We do get along. When our mother was alive, she frequently reminded us not to let the occasional flare-up between us get out of control, not to feed it and let it turn into a root of bitterness. “We’re not a-havin’ that in our family,” she’d say. We did have our moments when we were younger, though. The boys were sort of ornery and they teased me quite a bit. They reminded me of the time they got on my last nerve when I was doing the dishes. I came after them brandishing a cast-iron skillet and chased them down the sidewalk. What must the neighbors have thought? Fortunately for all of us, they were fast runners and I was not, and we all ended up laughing hysterically at the spectacle of ourselves.
My brother’s granddaughter turned 1 year old last Friday,
and on Sunday our dad turned 92.
So we had parties on Saturday and Sunday, and a good time was had by all.
We went places and saw amazing things...
ate good food, and had wonderful fellowship.
It was just about perfect.