Not Hanging Out
After nearly two weeks of hanging out with our daughter and son-in-law, along with other family members who live in this area, I’m happy to be back to a more normal routine.
Nonetheless, I am most unhappy to have the house suddenly quieter than it has been for a couple of weeks. I miss the sound of lively human conversations and romping-around cat games with Smudge. Shared happiness always seems to ramp up my delight in our family. Whether it’s noisy or quiet.
Besides two excellent visits to Longwood Gardens, we also enjoyed
- Attending our two granddaughters’ 8th-grade graduation, and hanging out afterwards to capture the excitement for family photo albums
- A Sunday afternoon impromptu hanging-out style supper on our son and daughter-in-law’s screened-in porch
- Listening to birds in the woods behind their house while we hung out around the back-porch picnic table
- Watching birds come to hang out at the bird-feeder cafeteria designed by family members, and set up just outside the screen porch. Cut-up fruit, grapes, peanut-butter slathered pine cones and old plastic food containers rolled in bird seed and hung from tree branches, several varieties of small bird feeders and a lot more! All bright and cheery with red yarn ribbons, etc. etc.
- Watching two episodes of Inspector Morse while we hung out at our house, exhausted from hanging out at Longwood Gardens
- Hanging out around the kitchen table eating and talking and wanting the good times to last forever
- And most important, hanging out around old photos making sure non-flattering shots get obliterated from any public records.
Yes, I see the pattern. Hanging out isn’t so bad after all. Still, I’m glad to be back to my normal anticipation of our next visit with daughter and son-in-law. That means a bit more time to write and visit with you!
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 11 June 2015
Photo credit: DAFraser, 5 June 2015
Painted Ladies at Longwood Meadow Garden