These are my pajama-knees. They have nothing to do with anything, but I’m finding that the photos that I post along with whatever I come up with to write here aren’t necessarily related.
It’s been a good weekend. After yesterday’s foray into consumerism, today was about family. My uncle was here from Illinois and one of his sons came from Texas and we all spent the afternoon together at my aunt’s house, talking and eating too much food (including an amazing apple pie). It’s funny spending time around my cousins now that I’m an adult, because we don’t see each other much, for one thing, and for another thing, I’m the youngest out of this generation in my family and when we were growing up, I was mostly just an annoying pest, so it’s not like we ever talked much.
The last time he was here was a couple of years ago. Somehow he got talked into coming over and helping to install a ceiling fan in the living room. For what it’s worth, I like talking and eating pie a lot better than I like installing ceiling fans.
One thought on “a good weekend”
Try as I might, I’m having difficulty reconciling the use of the past tense in this sentence (I was mostly just an annoying pest) with the present circumstance in this sentence (he got talked into coming over and helping to install a ceiling fan in the living room). I’m sure it’s just a grammar issue.