Too Many Shiny Lights

I really have been trying to blog

But I keep getting distracted.

On Friday I took the day off of work so that I could visit with my Uncle Reinhold. He is here visiting from Munich. My mom's side of the family is wacky. As wacky as my mom is, she's the least wackiest of her siblings. Her brother, Reinhold, is close to being one of the wackiest.

Last time he was here I took him for a walk around Pacific Grove. I turned my head for a moment, and he was no where to be seen. "Reinhold?.....Reinhold?" No answer.

Just as I began to worry, I heard some giggling from up above. I looked up and found my then 65 year old uncle in a tree. He explained that the tree looked like it needed to be climbed, so he climbed it.

kook.

But in a good way.

So I was worried to see him now ten years later. To see what being 74 had done to him. I was worried because I did not want to see the ravages of time. I did not want to see the childlike, sparkly eyed man turned into a slow, hobbling, gray eyed elder. As age sometimes does. I wanted my memory of him to be that impulsive man who climbed trees and giggled.

I needn't have worried.

And on Saturday and Sunday it was the weekend. And it was a particularly luscious and decadent and perfect weekend. No time for scribbles when that happens.

And tonight, I pulled out the computer to ~~~

wait a sec.....Jeni's boyfriend just handed me a piece of Gizdich pie and Marianne's ice cream. I might be a while.....