"To what end?" I asked. He's really the one that likes to go on drives. I like being with him, but when he's not there, the drive seems pointless.
"I think I'd rather just be home," Emma said.
Last night we sat on our deck and watched the lightning. It was a spectacular show punctuated by a few stray fireworks left over from past festivities.
While we were out there, Adam was looking at pictures and videos his family sent him from their vacation at Banks Lake. Adam said, "Next year I want to go to Banks Lake with them."
"Let's do it," I said.
They were texting back and forth and Adam said next year we are coming too.
Brian texted back, "But Thelma doesn't like the boat or waverunners."
Adam replied, "But she likes pontoon boats, I'll rent one of those."
I don't know that I do necessarily enjoy pontoon boats any more than other boats or waverunners. I like them all fine, for about 10 minutes. Then I'm ready to find a place to sit and read.
From the first New Year's we spent with Adam's family and they were all watching football in one room and I was reading in the next room, I've been sort of the weird one.
They love water (boating, swimming, waverunners) and camping and sports. I love sitting on the beach, reading and hotels and eating garlic fries at Safeco Field.
The other day when Marianne and Clarissa were here, we were talking about the inevitable in-laws that will join our families some day.
If one of my children marry someone that doesn't like theater or British television or moving furniture or discussing current events (I don't know...trying to come up with things that define our family here), I hope we're as nice to them about it as Adam's family is to me. They're a little mystified by my boring preferences, but they mostly just shrug and are happy to see me anyway.
It's nice to belong. Even if you're the weird one.