My mother arrives on Wednesday. She will be followed briskly, on Thursday, by my jet-lagged sister and two nieces from London. On Sunday, Dad will appear. Mom and Dad are staying with us; my sister and the girls are staying with one of her college friends. Mom and Dad will be with us until May 11.
Why is it that parents always make you feel like a kid, no matter how old you are?
I know that by Randy Wylde standards, this is practically a haiku. Something tells me I’ll have more to say next week.
Ooooh! Postscript! (My brain is like a sieve, I tell you. A colander. With big holes.) I forgot that I was named City Pages Blog of the Day in "The Blotter" on April 24. Which is cool. If you followed the link to get here, it is usually better than this. A little better.