This is how my weekend/trip went…
As far as work was concerned; Thursday was the best day I had in awhile. I managed to find a nice quiet corner, with good reception for my radio, an unoccupied outlet for my CD player, and very little traffic from co-workers. Normally, I’m a people person, but lately, my mood has been somewhat dark. So, I’ve been keeping to myself, and I’ve needed that privacy.
Picked up ‘The Boy’ at school in an attempt to expedite our departure time. Then, of course, we ended up behind all of the buses anyway. Such is life. Mom was already waiting at my house when we arrived, but we loaded quickly and got rolling by 4:00.
It was an excellent ride. The fall colors looked so incredible on the rolling hillsides. There was even a really great sunset, too. Mom shared more stories about growing up on a farm, and gave the reasons why she said she would never marry a farmer.
Made really good time, too… even with making a wrong turn in Greenville. In the dark, Ohio looks pretty much the same to me, so I missed the last turn that 49 makes in Greenville, and ended up in Union City, Indian. No big deal though. It only added about 15 minutes to our total travel time. We arrived at my Aunt Kathleen’s house at 10:15. Unloaded, settled in, and I was asleep by 11:00.
Slept in! Woke up at 8:00, and had breakfast at 8:30 (unlike our last trip
out). Afterwards, Bobby and I took a little walk into town to check out the Fort Museum, but it was closed. Only open from May to September. ‘The Boy’ was a bit bummed out by this, since he was hoping to bring back some info, and possibly an artifact, for his history class. They had just finished their section on the French-Indian War, and were starting on The Revolutionary War, and soon would be moving on to The Westward Expansion - And that’s what Fort Recovery is about.
We returned to Aunt Kathleen’s and putzed around as we waited for mom and Kathleen to figure out what they wanted to do for the day. Fortunately, Bobby had brought a few video tapes with us, so, we weren’t without entertainment.
Eventually, they decided to go grocery shopping. Me and ‘The Boy’ couldn’t take it though, not after watching the two of them bicker over orange juice. Instead, we opted to take a little walk around town.
In the evening, Bobby and I dropped mom and Kathleen off at one of my uncle’s. It was his 83rd birthday! Then we went over to my cousin Dan’s.
Dan took us to check out the turkey pen. 14,000 cute, little, turkey chicks running all over the place. It was really neat to see, and nothing at all what I was expecting it to be. It’s a fairly high-tech operation, actually. But, then again, there have been some amazing advances in farming over the last couple of decades. There’s much more science involved these days. It’s pretty impressive stuff, but I won’t bore yinz with it.
Visited for a little while longer, then went to get mom and Kathleen. Again, I was asleep by 11:00.
Up at 7:30 this morning. Today’s plan; Me and Bobby are joining my cousin Dan, his wife Deb, and their kids, Brent and Kara, on a little shopping trip to Muncie, Indiana. Dan needed to get some building supplies for the work he’s doing on his garage. Deb and the kids, needed to do some clothes shopping. They took ‘The Boy’ while Dan and I did “the guy-thing” at Menards
. This store had everything. I picked up so many ideas about things I could do around the house, just by walking around. Maybe someday I’ll be able to afford to do some of them.
Headed back to Dan’s and had pizza for lunch. Unloaded the materials and then went back to Kathleen’s. Got myself a nice 2 hour nap afterwards. Man, was that nice.
That evening, Dan and Deb had a wedding to go to, so they dropped Brent and Kara off with us. So, I took the kids bowling in Coldwater. It was fun.
When we had finished, we went back to my aunt’s and loafed around. Played PS2, watched Monsters Inc. and relaxed in general until Dan and Deb returned.
This time, I didn’t get to sleep ‘til after Midnight. But that was O.K., I was well rested from my nap earlier.
Today was my 17th anniversary, and my Uncle Jim and Aunt Mary’s 50th. No small accomplishment.
I called Jo to tell her “Happy Anniversary”, but she was already at work. Got ready for the big celebration.
The church service was your typical Catholic mass, followed by my uncle and aunt renewing their vows. It was very nice. Afterward we headed to the reception.
It was really great to see all of my moms family again, especially so soon after our last visit. They always make a big fuss over mom when she comes, because they don’t get to see her anywhere near as much as they’d like. Likewise, they’re always pretty happy to see me because they know that I’d bring her out more often if I could. We’ve even discussed me bringing her out on one weekend and leaving her for a week or two, and then coming back to get her, or even have one of them bring her back home later. But mom never seems to want to do that, as if she’d be missing anything here.
I have to admit that one of the highlights for me was meeting one of my cousins (by marriage) for the first time, even though he’s been a part of the family for 21 years. His name is Rick, and he’s married to my cousin Marjie (one of Jim and Mary’s kids). He’s a Sergeant Major in the army (thus always moving around), and an all around great guy. We spent about two hours talking and getting to know each other. He’s a great man of faith and conviction, and we probably could’ve talked a lot longer, but eventually the party started to wrap up and we had to help clean the hall.
Later in the evening, I took mom over to my cousin Dan’s so she could see the turkey pen. When I see how mom acts around animals, I find it hard to believe that she actually grew up on a farm. She was afraid that she might step on one, she was afraid to touch one… go figure. We stayed a little longer then decided that we should probably head back to Kathleen’s so we could get ourselves packed for the ride home.
We were on the road by 9:30. It’s always so bittersweet to leave. I can tell that mom would love to stay, but she knows that she can’t. I keep telling her that someday she might want to sell her house and move back to be with her brothers and sisters while they’re all still living and in decent health. She resists, but I sometimes wonder if she doesn’t think about it.
Life is different in Ft. Recovery. It’s quiet, simple, relaxed. Everybody knows everybody else. Neighbors help one another, expecting nothing in return, but the favor is always returned. That’s just the way everyone is. And I wonder if that isn’t the way we’re all meant to be.
But… I’ve gone off on a tangent.
We made it home about 4:30. It was good to be home, as it always is.
And I think that’s enough for now. Have a good one.
Labels: Family, My life