One of J’s throng of sisters had a fine floral arrangement sent to us yesterday. I don’t remember the last time we had flowers in or out of the house (which reminds me, must plant tulip bulbs before first freeze) but they are a most welcome addition. As for J’s family…I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it, but these folks are delightfully different from mine. At first I found their reticence a little alarming, but have since grown accustomed to it. Some of them are a little low-key, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Secondly, there are so many of them. Multitudes of aunts and uncles and cousins…it’s sometimes hard to keep ‘em straight. And J has two living grandfathers! It’s been a couple of decades since I had just one. J’s adorable maternal grandparents, married forever and a day, are up from Florida for a few weeks. This weekend, it seems, they are heading even further North…to a cabin owned by J’s folks. I’ve had an open invitation to visit for some time now. But the thing is…I’m a city girl, through and through. Never been camping in my life. My idea of roughing it is having to share a hotel room with others while vacationing, or sleeping on someone’s floor when visiting friends in other cities. J has taken photos of his parents’ cabin to prove to me it has running water and all the amenities, and claims it isn’t far from civilization. So I’ve finally acquiesced, agreeing to venture there this weekend. But really…seven people and one bathroom? I sure don’t like those odds.
