Jul 29
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.
Saturday was composed entirely of driving and talking.
We left my dad's house for the house of my spare parents. Everyone should have spare parents. When your parents are only human, your spare parents are differently human. They fill in the gaps. They are an extra set of eyes on you, hands to help... I treasure mine.
Alice and I headed to their house to crash the family reunion/picnic/potluck. It was completely fabulous. Al showed up from our house. I caught up with my oldest friend (she knew me when she was 2 and I was just born) and her (four, large, smart, slightly scary) brothers. Many people yearned to sail the dinghy I brought on the top of my car, some even managed before the tremendous thunderstorm rolled through. I gave the July 26 postcard (that came out so incredibly well) to my spare mom for her birthday. I hugged everyone repeatedly, and finally Al and Alice and I tore ourselves away, with promises to return the next year (with a boat that I have built) and went to find my mother with friends in Essex.
We had another dinner that couldn't be beat. The friends were sailors also, with a Shearwater that they were going to cruise around Cape Ann. They had some interesting stories about sailing, mercifully few of the type that start "it was about 2 o'clock in the morning and the wind started to pick up". It turned out we had been on the same trip 14 or 15 summers ago around Cape Cod and the Elizabeth Islands. So we swapped more stories and finally crawled back to Ipswich to sleep.
Although the original plan was for Alice to have some Grandmother Camp, my mum was under the weather, so we hammered home this morning, in time for me to start my (hideously belated) work on the fat quarters I owe Bitter Betty. (Betty, I grovel, they will be in the mail, express, by Monday afternoon - don't give up on me!!)
See?? fabric being printed:
So here is a postcard that is about not missing something at all, because I got a piece of it back.
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