I’m in Tampa, FL.
No aligators yet. Lovely weather. Midinight dips in th epool. Candles. BBQ. Kissing of the dad. Hanging out with brand new cousins, thinking lots of important thinks.
Thinking lots of important thinks.
You know, when it comes to taking the moral high road, peeping over the edge is going to make you fall. Hard. And then you gotta try your best to hunker back up to that moral high road. It’s somehow a mroe challenging climb when you do that.
Remembering that true and honest love does exist is a good thing. I’m being reminded of it so this weekend. My lovely step sister Brandy (I’m the evil step sister, mind you) is getting married this weekend and has composed some really lovely vows. Mini quotes from it include “May the sun shine kindly upon us together, let the rain that will fall be gentle, and let our love be eternal.”
Hanging with family is pretty entertaining. Not that I’ve been talking about such things that much, my brother is scintilatingly curious about the young gentleman that I mentioned ever so briefly in conversation with him earlier in the week. My step mom wants to know all about the ex boyfriend and how that came down with our breakup in June, but I’m keeping those messy details from her since it’s a moot issue anyway. And as Dad would say “You broke up? Really? When? Oh. He not Korean anyway. Don’t matter. You gotta marry. Then I die. Hurry up marry before I die. ” Typical dad cuteness, right? I responde “Well dad, maybe that’s why I won’t marry! So you’ll live a long time with me, right?” Dad’s health is extraordinarily well. His color is good. His speech (all in Korean now) is ok. He’s smiling lots. Right now, snoring in a little nap. And I’m happy.
We (my family and I) just don’t talk too muchly regarding these things about big emotional challenges, and personal growth and being in other states from each other helps mitigate such awkwardness, usually. We talk about our jobs, who’s a dork, and what shoes are comfortable. I duck out of the conversations regarding football.
It’s good being with family…
Oh, And I’m going to completely ignore and shut out from my memory the fact that my stepmom was giggling when she asked my Dad if they should shower together to save time this morning.
Um. Yeah.
Hailing from lovely Tampa.
Over & Out.
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