I’ve been having fun here in Michigan. It’s mainly just been my mom and me hanging out, but a couple of her friends have stopped by for cocktail hour and we’ve also busied ourselves with errands, a trip to the gym, a visit to DSW (of course – shoe shopping is always a must!), and so on. I went to my dad’s house earlier today to spend a bit of time with him, my stepmother, and my 94-year-old grandmother. Craig should be arriving very soon, so that’s good.
Earlier today my dad called and asked if I wanted to go see a movie. It was Bargain Tuesday, you see, and my dad can’t pass up a good bargain. My mom was interested in going, too, so the three of us went to the movie. (We saw The Men Who Stare at Goats, and it was a good thing that we only paid a discounted matinee ticket price, because it wasn’t very good.) Obviously my parents (who divorced when I was in high school) get along very well, and I’m so thankful for that. In fact, we’ll all be having Thanksgiving dinner together on Thursday – my husband, brother, mom, dad, stepmother, grandmother, and stepmother’s niece. We’re one big happy family, I like to joke – but really it’s not a joke. It’s very nice that everyone likes one another and that we can do things like celebrate holidays together.
Anyway, I sat between my parents in the movie theater. And I realized that I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I spent some time with just my mom and dad. Usually Craig is there, or my stepmother, or a sibling, or a combination of those people. I’m the oldest child so obviously 30-some years ago I had some good quality time with just my parents (and no pesky younger brothers), but I’m not sure how many occasions there have been since then. So this was sort of sweet and fun.