This weekend will be anything but the kind that older people love to have…nothing to do. It seems like those times for all of us are getting fewer and farther between as we continue to hurtle down the space-time continuum.
Yesterday evening we (13 family from Wichita area) went to our hometown and to the cemetery where family is buried. We then went into town and had dinner at the local diner.
Today, we will attend a Vincent reunion in central Kansas, and will take our two oldest grandchildren with us. Their parents will not be going, so we will be responsible for them. Of course, the reunion also involves food preparation, which is going on right now, and the grandkids mean farkling with car seats and other assorted things that the under-5 set needs on such an outing.
Tomorrow, I have responsibilities at church and probably should stop by work in the afternoon to check on things, since we are a housekeeper short this weekend. The fact that it’s a holiday means increased visitors, so I probably need to stop by to make sure places like the public restrooms are at least presentable.
Monday we will go to my brother’s place here in Sedgwick County, which means more food preparation. That afternoon we plan to attend the Botannica activities.
Our older son and spouse will be coming today as well, and will be staying with us.
Am I complaining? No, of course not. These times are the ones we remember and cherish. They provide continuing connection, fellowship, catching up (even with Facebook and whatever else, visiting face to face can’t be beat), and joy. But as I age, they also become just a tad more difficult to manage and carry out.
One day we will look back at these times with joy and satisfaction, knowing the beauty and wholeness of life and love. It’s worth the “tad bit more difficult”.
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