Oops!

I was wandering through some of my earlier posts and find that this one never was posted. The draft has been waiting since the 6th of this month for me to hit the publish button (today's the 24th). This was written right after Justine & Jay visited here before going on to Yosemite for camping Labor Day week. Well, better late than never, I guess. *****

It's been a busy, busy week. Getting ready for a visit from my niece and her feller. I have been so excited and really, really looking forward to this visit. She lives in Washington and I haven't seen her since Larry died in 2004. She's one of the nicest and most gentle people I know. I hadn't met her boyfriend except through posts on facebook.

They arrived yesterday afternoon. We took the 50 cent tour of the house and yard and proceeded down memory lane. Things we haven't thought about in years came to the front. Actually, I've been getting hit with memories ever since she said they were coming. Camping trips, visits to Oregon, hanging out in Gramma & Grampa's kitchen, Christmases, Gramma's tortillas, Grampa's tamales.

We remembered summer vacations at the house in Fresno. All the babies in the swimming pool with Grandpa Larry, an assembly line of little ones on the carpet having diapers changed or being fed, the trip Justine was making to L.A. from up north when she was in a traffic accident and Uncle Larry went to get her and the kids and Gramma & Grampa drove up from L.A. to make sure everyone was okay. She had this gargantuan bandage on her forehead. The cut was from a piece of flying glass and wasn't a half inch long with virtually no blood. The whole evening was filled with, "remember?" and then explaining the memory to Jay.

We went to Campo Santo to visit Larry's grave and then they went on to Yosemite. Katie and I are going to spend the day with them mid-week at the park. That'll be a brand new memory maker... and I have a new ticket in the drawer.