The Rents

People like to visit TW and I. TW and me? I'm not sure. She'll mock me for getting it wrong. I like to give her a reason to find me imperfect. Not that she needs the help.

In our first year of marriage, we had 17 groups of visitors with approximately 30 different people come to see us. That's too many. We have since agreed to run potential visits by each other, to make sure there are no scheduling conflicts. Like I said, 17 is a lot.

Aunt Florence and Co.
As a result of frequent visitors, I've developed a kind of routine when we have guests. Go to the Portland Headlight. Stop at Willard Beach. Visit downtown Portland. Go to The Great Lost Bear. It's kind of a favorite place of mine.

Such was the path this weekend with my parents and my Aunt Florence in town for a few nights. She requested I use her full name. Go figure.

I don't give my family enough credit. I doubt anybody does. But they always come to see me. I lived in a one-bedroom apartment, above a pair of chain smokers, in New Hampshire. They came to visit. Burlington, Vermont? Sure. Duluth? You bet. Salt Lake? They couldn't get enough of it.

A former 3M employee. So fitting.
Most people complain about their in-laws. Not TW. She actually got mad when I didn't initially tell her that The Fam was coming for a few nights. I was going to surprise her. I decided that was a bad idea. That was probably a bad idea, too.

We did the classic New England tour. Run around Portland. A trip to Portsmouth. Lots of great food, including fancy popcorn. I bought dill pickle popcorn. TW ate three-quarters of the bag. I'm not complaining.

The moral: Thank God for family. I've been kind of bored with TW in school full time. But things are looking up. It's spring. There's five weeks left in the semester and then we go on a Caribbean vacation. The sun is shining.

And it doesn't hurt that The Fam came up for a quick visit.

Trackie and Trat.

Comments

  1. JillApril 11, 2011 at 7:25 AM

    I'm a big fan of my family.

    Is that the famous Jackie Schortemeyer? 23-4-2.

    ReplyDelete

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