As Jody graciously pointed out, it’s been twelve days since I posted – a fact that I haven’t missed, but have been entirely too busy to rectify. Since we live 500 miles from our core families, Tony and I only get to visit occasionally. We’re fortunate that I-75 runs both ways, so they sometimes visit us, too, but when we head that way, I try to use the computer for work and nothing else. Thus, while we were off visiting our loved ones in southern Ohio, my little blog (which just turned three!) sat and mouldered.
Raindrops on (mom’s) roses…and columbine
As is always the case, we didn’t get to see everyone, and we didn’t get to spend nearly enough time with those we did see. But while the blog gathered dust, we were happily creating memories. For part of my birthday present, Tony’s mom took me for my first pedicure/night out with the girls. The pedicure was okay, but spending the evening sharing gales of laughter and tears over tender moments with four generations of family was unforgettable. Seven girls (great-grandmas are still girls in my book, especially when they are under 70) sat in a row enjoying broken conversation while strangers filed, massaged, and painted. We flitted around an accessories store, and then carried our purchases (an owl billfold and a fedora for me) in while we shared sushi. Then we followed the whole girlie affair with chocolates and coffee. Perfect!
Over the weekend, Tony’s parents threw an impromptu get-together in which they cooked 28 pounds of meat for seven people. Okay, that’s perhaps a bit of hyperbole. Seriously, they must have thought we were starving. They offered us a choice of: grilled chicken thighs, brats, cheddarwurst, turkey dogs, turkey burgers, applewood bacon and cheddar cheese burgers, and plain Angus burgers. Also creamed corn (begged from my mom) and macaroni and cheese. I think they had meat with a side of meat for three days as leftovers 😉
With friends from California in town, some other friends invited us over for a cookout. This time the campfire was a comparative fiasco, but ridiculously fun nevertheless. Again there were seven of us, but instead of 52 pounds of meat, rain had nearly put out coals, and so the grill accommodated only one or two items at a time. No one cared. We are best friends from high school (plus two spouses who are equally close friends), and we share a bond that dictates we enjoy our debacles. If you don’t believe me, just ask anyone who attended Joe and Kaye’s wedding 😉
In addition to our campfire adventures, I squeezed in a favorite local hike. Inspired by Ohio’s wet spring, my mom, sister and I decided a trip to Fallsville with the boys (her sons/my nephews) was in order. Last time we were there, I had a fever and Mom was discovering her need of another surgery, so we were both certain this trek would be better.
The boys munched on some just ripe mulberries and played a brief bit of chase down the lane. In southern Ohio fashion it was muggy, but so far, so good.
The trail was muddy, and the rocky banks of the rushing stream were treacherous: before we even arrived at the trailhead, we could hear water roaring over the falls. Already things were looking (sounding?) up.
We crept carefully from rock to root, avoiding slips while slowly soaking in the scenery. Since the stream wasn’t safe to splash in,
we the boys eventually tired of the surroundings, so we climbed back out of the gorge, starting the journey back home.
Mission accomplished 🙂
Daily lunches with Mom and Dad, and a visit with my brother and his family (who are growing up waaay too fast!) rounded out our long trip. We’ve been home about four hours, and while I miss everyone, it is good to be home! (Regularly scheduled posts to be resumed shortly Jody 😉 )