He took one look at my niece, said "I'm going to marry her." (Ask his mother.)
I've saved one message on my answering machine: he says, "Hello Aunt Robley! I'm just calling to say I love you."
O's a keeper.
"People who daily expect to encounter fabulous realities run smack into them again and again. They keep their minds open for their eyes." (Ken Macrorie)
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Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
The Cure for What Ailed Me
Labor Day in North Carolina with my niece and her family provided the balm I long needed. My niece E said sometime Sunday evening, "You're such an easy guest." That's because all I wanted was time with four of my favorite people and time is what I got.
C and A scouted out spiders and big leaves and caterpillars for my camera. O made me the best cocktails I've ever drunk and took us all to Shining Rock Wilderness where, despite the rain, we fished and swam and laughed at the Red-spotted Purple that landed again and again on Kiva, the family dog. E showed me her van and place of business. And we played games and watched The Gruffalo's Child and The Lorax and ate popcorn, and while E read Harry Potter to C, I read Miss Spider's Tea Party to A.
Better than vacation, Labor Day was homecoming.
C and A scouted out spiders and big leaves and caterpillars for my camera. O made me the best cocktails I've ever drunk and took us all to Shining Rock Wilderness where, despite the rain, we fished and swam and laughed at the Red-spotted Purple that landed again and again on Kiva, the family dog. E showed me her van and place of business. And we played games and watched The Gruffalo's Child and The Lorax and ate popcorn, and while E read Harry Potter to C, I read Miss Spider's Tea Party to A.
Better than vacation, Labor Day was homecoming.
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