Okay, I know I can do it. A post sans mention of the baby. There are clearly other things going on in my life not pertaining to the girl waiting to emerge from my wife’s belly. Here goes nothing….
This Sunday we’re hosting family from Sweden. They will stay with us for a few days on their first trip to the United States. This shoud be fun as I really enjoy playing tour guide in our great city. I’m drafting up a fun driving tour of the area. We’ll hit a few touristy spots too, rain or shine, exposing the Swedes to coffee and fish throwing at Pike Place Market.
Speaking of family, yesterday I got a call out of the blue from my second cousin. She lives in New Jersey with her husband and two kids. Her grandma and my grandma were siblings. Unfortunately her grandma passed away last year and she had some news to pass along to our family. I wasn’t surprised her grandma had died since she showed signs of Alzheimers when I visited her on my cross country road trip in 1998. The signs are easy to diagnose as my grandma (her sister) had severe symptoms of the disease as long as I can remember. The affliction is brutal on family members and friends. Honestly it freaks me out to think about Alzheimers as I grow older.
Now, if the last paragraph wasn’t the most depressing paragraph, I don’t know what it is. Basically my reason for mentioning the phone call is about family reconnection. Back in about 1993, I spent a week or so in a red Ford Probe with my second cousin who called me yesterday. I was pretty young at the time, but really enjoyed learning more about my extended family and seeing Northern California. When you grow up in a large family, you don’t tend to interact much with your extended family. I have many cousins, but can’t tell you any of their birthdays and only know a couple names. We chatted yesterday for about 30 minutes swapping family updates and email addresses.
Finally a fun fact about my family: six boys and one girl, that is correct. Most importantly though, none of us are all that mature. I will go on record and blame sugar cereals for our downfall. Instead of reading books or newspapers in the morning before school, I was too busy getting Toucan Sam out of a maze or locating the Trix bunny rabbit in a field. I lived on sugar cereals until about 20 years old and now I’m more of a yogurt, fruit, juice, and breakfast bar kind of guy. Keeps me "regular" and it’s the right thing to do!