Reminiscing
I was sitting on my back porch yesterday, watching Alex play in her playhouse while trying to keep the flying monkeys that Houstonians like to call “mosquitoes” from carrying her away, when I noticed the familiar sound of the frogs and crickets chirping in unison.
The sound of a summer afternoon.
I sat back in the deck chair and closed my eyes, transported back to my grandmother’s camp, a small piece of land at the intersection of two bayous. My relatives would sit for hours on “the point,” the whirr-click-click of their fishing rods a nice compliment to the song of the frogs. For a moment, I was completely there, five years old…
And then a chopper rolled by, bringing me back to my suburban reality.
I think it’s time for a trip home.
April 22nd, 2008 at 2:16 pm
I agree………..
April 22nd, 2008 at 3:25 pm
Me too…I need a trip home too.
April 23rd, 2008 at 3:16 am
Both of you, come back!!!! (bring the kids too)
April 24th, 2008 at 7:42 am
Hey, at least your mother reads your blog. My mother made a fuss about not knowing where my blog was or what I was saying about her, but then, after I told her, only read it once.
My brother thought all of this was funny, because he a) follows my blog and b) doesn’t save a link to it, but Googles “network geek” to find it. (I’m the #1 hit.)
April 29th, 2008 at 11:18 pm
Yeah, sometimes it feels a little strange reading her blog, but, we’ve always been close and if she’s a bitch I let her know, if I’m being a bitch she lets me know. She’s been free to say whatever she wants about us “the redneck family”, we’re here no matter what…….
October 1st, 2008 at 8:04 am
does trinity credit repair work…
conquered monthly beats …