Miss me? I'm a little bit off schedule and I know you were missing me. C'mon, admit it, you were missing me. Kathleen and Nick were visiting from Florida last week so we were out and about most days doing some of that fun stuff you do with guests from out of town--wine tour; Gallery 3-2-1 (and Car Museum); getting chased off by lightning during Ryan's Boys State final parade; changing plans because it was raining again but enjoying the rainbows.
Remember how special it was when Uncle Tim or Uncle Peter would come for a visit? I think it's been about 10 years since Kathleen and Nick were here at the house (so you may safely conclude that my house is as clean as it has ever been in the last decade). It was fun to have them here getting a little idea of our daily lives.
Now I don't think Kathy and I were cleaning for special visitors in either of these pictures which were taken 3 years apart. Amazingly they seem to be almost exactly the same. A drink on the table, that silly pencil on a string, the drying rack.
One of the saddest sites for me after Mom died was seeing her shoes sitting under that bulletin board in the kitchen as if they were waiting for her feet to slide back in.
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I DID miss you! I actually noticed that you skipped a week (almost), but I knew you had visitors. Hope you enjoyed having them. I loved visitors when we lived in North Carolina - not just because I had to clean the house, but because I just really like having family and friends around.
I can't believe those two pictures are three years apart! It's funny. The old refrigerator, man that was a relic! But, when you think about it, Mom and Dad's kitchen never really changed much. Yes, they painted and changed the curtains, but there was always a drink on the table, a bulletin board (do you remember when we used to have to sign out, and where we were when we lived in SC?!) There was comfort in it. I remember coming home from North Carolina and getting there very early in the morning, like 4 or 5. I would just look around the kitchen while waiting for Dad or Mom to get up. The smells (old pipe and cigarette smoke) and sounds (fish tank motor humming) were quite comforting. But everything was pretty much the same, everytime. Just as your butts are in the photos!
I miss seeing Mom's old slippers...and their kitchen where we would all gather...I drive by the house every once in a while. I never really loved that house, but I miss the activities.
Did anyone notice that in each of the pictures there is alcohol? Is anyone surprised?
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