i sat there at dinner, and saw three women well past the half century mark…and yet, still arguing as they did all of those years ago. what is it about family that doesn’t change? some would argue that i settle arguments with my brother the same way i have always since he was born…by slapping him over the head and telling him i’m right, and he’s not. maybe the same goes for my mother and her sisters…who still argue who’s fault it was that a bicycle was stolen over 40 years ago.
i envisioned years from now, maybe we’ll have children of our own, or maybe we’ll somehow adopt the children of our friends, but we’ll watch them grow as they watch us step towards senility…and i’ll wonder wether they see us as i see my parents/aunts/uncles…
…old and funny…
~ciao
oh yeah…a new car was picked up last night…volvo xc90…nice car…will do for our purposes nicely…