I just got off the phone. Cliff's cousin, Edna, called, re-confirming that they'll be here for the family reunion I'm holding next weekend. We're talking about a family that's never had reunions... a family with long-standing feuds and grudges. Not my immediate family, mind you; we've all decided life is too short for that sort of nonsense.
I'm not sure who will really show up. It might be 75 people, or 175. I don't care. It's for one day, and I can handle anything for one day. Cliff's getting excited about seeing folks he rarely ever sees, and excitement is contagious.
Of course, we're both anxious to see our son, Jim, and his family; they're coming from Georgia, Wednesday. We see them twice a year... three times, tops. I'd tell you all what a cute baby he was, but you all have a child in your memory just as cute, I'm sure. (That's what YOU think!)
I'd appreciate any prayers and good thoughts for cooler weather this weekend, and for peace and love to prevail. Oh, and I will have pictures to share, after it's done.