Fact: this family gets off on deals. No one more so than mama-bird, and no one less so than the-brother-who-wants-it-all. Deals. "Deal: A sale favorable especially to the buyer; a bargain." Just how favourable is it if you never would have needed (or, more realistically, wanted) the item in the first place, at any cost? And why trade in what's good for what's on sale?
On reunions: last night a gathering of old (now rather distant) classmates. But the history endures in some respects, and here and there some history-to-be, too. R., still angry, but so nice to reminisce with her as well, remembering the family stories we lived through together. Tonight, with bridesmaids-to-be, women who were not so long ago girls. Who's parents corralled us when the teachers were on strike. Now mothers, professionals, partners, students. A long time in the making. Still good with wine and cheese! L. (mother of nearly 2), A., A. on the phone, and beautiful C. Our own dress-designer (in case we thought these details trifles), M., to make the fairy-tale quite real. Need I be surprised? Look where I grew up...
Brother and I went grocery shopping, and, of all things, baked cookies all afternoon. No less than four varieties!! Crazy. Some spirit! And tomorrow all hell breaks loose as the storm, and aunt and grandparents arrive. Then let the incredible fiesta of food and drink and more food and drink begin! Is it possible that we will eat $60 worth of cheese, hundreds in wine and champagne and liquor, that there will be turkey and ham, smoked salmon, soups, roasted vegetables, salads, chocolate and chocolate, pancakes, omelets, and more... This is our reality. Gives pause.
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