Reunions
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Okay, this week is already SO MUCH BETTER than last week. So far, I will be employed all week and maybe next week too. This not only helps my morale, but my pocketbook as well. Not a bad combination!
Also, I just solidified plans to spend Christmas with a leg of my family contingent that moved in the last year to Nanaimo, British Columbia. This is very exciting indeed! It's a zig-zag sort of couple weeks. Graham and I are flying to San Diego a week before Christmas, to attend his brother's wedding. Then I fly a plane to Seattle, where I jump into the driving car of my brother Josh and his golden wife Heather, where we cross the border and get on a boat. A week and three more flights later, I return to San Diego (and to Graham)and we meet up with the Pierres for a rare family reunion. After that, I somehow have to figure a way back to New York--but that is the LEAST of my worries.
My Pierre grandparents called me last weekend to ask if I was still coming to the reunion. I took the opportunity to ask my grandfather how his SIXTY-FIFTH highschool reunion went. I asked him if there was anybody left. He said, only eight people showed up--which was just fine with him, because the event people did such a good job, it wasn't an issue. Wow, that is some GIFTED event planning! I didn't tell him that I didn't even attend my TENTH year reunion, so I can't imagine at 82 wanting to attend my sixty-fifth!
Grandpa Pierre is not one to talk much, because he's also an arty type (a.k.a socially moody), and also because his hearing is bad, so it was a real treat to get him on the phone. My dad had told him that I was really interested in the family history, so he wanted to shoot off what he knew--which he maintained wasn't much. What wasn't 'much' kept unfurling to such great depths as, I apparently have a great great great great uncle, who was a general in Napoleon's army, and my great great grandfather made instruments and played in the San Francisco Orchestra. One of his drums was featured in the Guiness Book of World Records as the largest drum in the world. I like knowing that I come from such GREAT STOCK as this.
My gradma Pat got on the phone and wanted to know if I was interested in the Lawrence Welk show, because she was buying tickets for everyone. "Or maybe you'd like to go to Sea World instead?"
Yep, it's going to be a real grab bag of a Christmas. A wedding, half a dozen airplane rides, a new country, distant descendants of a Belgian General, and Shamu. I tell you, I CANNOT wait.
Okay, this week is already SO MUCH BETTER than last week. So far, I will be employed all week and maybe next week too. This not only helps my morale, but my pocketbook as well. Not a bad combination!
Also, I just solidified plans to spend Christmas with a leg of my family contingent that moved in the last year to Nanaimo, British Columbia. This is very exciting indeed! It's a zig-zag sort of couple weeks. Graham and I are flying to San Diego a week before Christmas, to attend his brother's wedding. Then I fly a plane to Seattle, where I jump into the driving car of my brother Josh and his golden wife Heather, where we cross the border and get on a boat. A week and three more flights later, I return to San Diego (and to Graham)and we meet up with the Pierres for a rare family reunion. After that, I somehow have to figure a way back to New York--but that is the LEAST of my worries.
My Pierre grandparents called me last weekend to ask if I was still coming to the reunion. I took the opportunity to ask my grandfather how his SIXTY-FIFTH highschool reunion went. I asked him if there was anybody left. He said, only eight people showed up--which was just fine with him, because the event people did such a good job, it wasn't an issue. Wow, that is some GIFTED event planning! I didn't tell him that I didn't even attend my TENTH year reunion, so I can't imagine at 82 wanting to attend my sixty-fifth!
Grandpa Pierre is not one to talk much, because he's also an arty type (a.k.a socially moody), and also because his hearing is bad, so it was a real treat to get him on the phone. My dad had told him that I was really interested in the family history, so he wanted to shoot off what he knew--which he maintained wasn't much. What wasn't 'much' kept unfurling to such great depths as, I apparently have a great great great great uncle, who was a general in Napoleon's army, and my great great grandfather made instruments and played in the San Francisco Orchestra. One of his drums was featured in the Guiness Book of World Records as the largest drum in the world. I like knowing that I come from such GREAT STOCK as this.
My gradma Pat got on the phone and wanted to know if I was interested in the Lawrence Welk show, because she was buying tickets for everyone. "Or maybe you'd like to go to Sea World instead?"
Yep, it's going to be a real grab bag of a Christmas. A wedding, half a dozen airplane rides, a new country, distant descendants of a Belgian General, and Shamu. I tell you, I CANNOT wait.
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