There are, for all of us, days that stick out a little farther in the memory than others. Today, yesterday, and Friday were such days. I took a weekend trip home to Virginia on Friday morning, kids in tow. The weather had a rather sprightly disposition for early March; the previous week's snow buckled under the pressure of sunshine and nearly-70 degree weather. For the first time in 2007 I sat, barefoot, on my dad's back porch and drank a Bud with him. I don't even like beer, but I figured I'd best toast the return of the sun in some hedonistic fashion.
On Saturday I spent time with my brother, the elementary school teacher and former minister, who has actually grown up to be a pretty tolerable guy. We sat in the hot tub and drank my homemade Cuban sangria on Saturday night; he doesn't appreciate beer, either. I heard him say the "F" word for the first time in my entire life. I laughed so instantly and heartily that I nearly spewed sangria from my nose. Sunday was more solemn, as Sundays usually are. My mother's uncle (who I never really knew) passed away several days ago. Apparently, my cousin (the dead uncle's daughter) is somewhat of a derelict; she was soliciting family members that she hadn't spoken to since ever for money for the funeral and the burial plot. A virtual family feud ensued amidst the funeral planning and floral orders. I figured I'd best leave the dysfunction in the dust and head back to Pennsylvania.
Home again, and relaxation still hasn't found me. I have an exam Tuesday morning at 8:30 that's nagging at my nerves. I have one last day of spring break left, and I'll use it to study… or at least I'm telling myself that I will. It's funny; I told myself the same thing at least three days out of last week. As always, procrastination is my muse. I have another muse, however, one that still lingers despite the midnight hour and approaching Monday. I have the memory of sunshine and beer, a small but bright promise that the spring I've so missed is making her way slowly — but surely — home again.
Making memories: moments from a sunshine and beer weekend… (the top 3 photos taken by my brother, a much better photographer than I am…)