It’s in the Genes
I have just returned from a four day weekend. Actually, this is the first whole weekend (or any two days in a row) that I haven’t had to go into work at all this whole year. So I decided that if I was out of the State, work might learn to manage without me.
A visit back home with my parents was long over due, so that’s where I disappeared to. My Beautiful Wife loaned me her beautiful car, took on solo parenting, and sent me on my way.
My objectives in going for this visit were two fold. First and foremost, I wanted to have a good visit with my parents. I was seeking a time and place where we weren’t distracted in our visiting with some big event such as a wedding. And secondly, I wanted to break out of my storytelling office and work on my novel in a different setting for a few days where my usual distractions of life, especially my job, couldn’t find me.
Both objectives were accomplished. I had a wonderful visit with my parents and I got some serious writing done on my novel. But there were so many bonuses along the way.
During my great visits with Mom and Dad, I heard some wonderful stories of our family’s past from both my Mom and my Dad, which I hadn’t heard before, and I knew weren’t written down. And I got to visit with one of my brothers and two of sisters who also live close to my hometown.
Most of you who read my blogs already know my sister Linda of Mitchowl Musings, and her rich, informative, and well formulated blogs. And my Alaska sister, Catherine of Tomcat’s Tidbits, with her stories of family life in the far North. But if you think I’ve ever had a personal experience that made a good story, you should hear from my brother Keith. Though these stories I’m referring to are all true… if he ever blogged them, he could call his space Tall Tales. And then there is my other other sister, Laurie who can tell a story “live” like no one else I know. She would be a hit if she just blogged her stories into a web cam (like my Beautiful Wife does now.)
And now that’s got me thinking about my other brother, and my other other brother who live away from our hometown like I do. My little brother Warren can tell jokes like no one before or since… a joke for every occasion. If he blogged, I go there daily for my smiles and laughs. And my oldest brother, Brian, could put Allen and Peter Funt out of business with some of his Candid Camera stunts he’s pulled across the country as he teaches people how to drive a big rig. I think there are still truck drivers who think they have to do a little rain dance in a certain truckers lounge in order to keep the lounge TV on the football channel. I hope some day they all get on here and tell their stories… then you’ll all know that my storytellen is in the genes.