This weekend my cousins and aunts and uncles gather here. It was a yearly tradition to gather somewhere and the past few were here, before covid. Its been a long time now, three years maybe, since we gathered.
i’m excited. really pleased and happy. i like my whole family, even those who are so different from me. and they are, really, different.
my kids will be home, and that always makes me feel more myself, which I deeply like. (hear that? I deeply like myself.)
the other side of the coin: dishwasher broke. its brand new. literally within the past month. (yes, i know i should call someone) septic broke. true feelings about my house came out, when my mom recommended a team of four to come clean it. i have ignored this, and cleaned, but it makes me worry about judgement, because my family is really good at ‘the look’. car broke, has no heat and every time it starts i am happy, but also very stressed. (Septic cleared for the moment; all is well for thirty plus guests) I’m finding this side of the coin exhausting. truly exhausting. like, i’d like to sleep through it.
(this is not a sign of liking myself, by the way. not at all.)
and there’s all the people missing, of course. and i made my mother-in-law’s cranberry relish and i’ll put it out on the table and my heart will cry a little. and the photo of my dad has been cleaned off to look presentable. (because thats the kind of cleaning i care about. there’s probably a whole lot of doghair in the wrong place somewhere.) I’m good with details and not the big picture, i guess. But i’m just going to trust that people love me and can live without insulting me or my house for a day. We’ll see. I’ll be okay.
i’m really looking forward to seeing my people. we are a family that gives fantastic hugs, and i’m going to revel in it. a couple of my cousins remind me so much of my dad that its almost painful, and i’m going to revel in that too. while crying a little more on the inside.
and then it will be done, and I’ll still be okay.
There is more love to be found out there, I just have to look for it. Its all mixed up with a whole bunch of things right now. A nut bowl. Who’s going to try the Brazil Nut? Really.
Deep sigh. Going to make a lasagna now, and clean something small, or big, depending on how I’m feeling.
or maybe i’ll read my book. its a mexican soap opera of a thing. definitely escaping. so be it.
lovelove you. hope your heart is full of love, one way or another, no matter what nuts you might have eaten along the way.
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OMG are you reading your book for the Baker Books book club? Because that’s our selection. (Meeting Dec. 11 on FB at noon… Join us!)