“Uncle”
It is Five on a Saturday and I am saying “uncle.” The Riebe cousins, second and third cousins, had a great day in the village of Darwin.
My mother was one of eight children. Seven of those families were represented there today. My uncle Bill’s daughter, Arlene, has passed away. There was enough food for an army. I don’t think an army would have been nearly as noisy. Laughter amid a lot of talk . . . can’t beat it.
On the way home we could have dropped in to see family. Sorry Kevin, I was too weary to have fully enjoyed a visit with you and Kersten. We left home at nine this morning and five o’clock on the nose this afternoon we were home. I believe this was the longest outing for me this calendar year. It was priceless. The picnic shelter had a mild breeze blowing through all day. The soft seats of the car on the ride home felt wonderful.
As we drove the two hour drive, it was interesting to see where there were rain puddles. In relationship to the miles, the puddles were few and far in between. We have had showers on two occasions that didn’t even register in the gauge.
It’s time for me to settle in for the night. There will be so many different conversations going through my mind. Dennis would mingle with others different than I did today and it was fun to compare notes as we drove home.
All that I have left to say is “uncle.”