1. My Brother
My brother comes to visit frequently. He was here in October and then again this week. He said it seemed so long ago that he was here, but it wasn’t long ago at all. We are so spoiled that he comes to see us as often as he does. And I feel so lame that I’m not up there equally often.
He flew home yesterday, leaving behind temperatures in the upper seventies and blue skies for the snow and grey of the Midwest.
2. My Mother
Today my mother is arriving—busy week, this. Her plane just passed over Beaumont, and they’ll be making the turn toward Austin in a few moments.
The meat is defrosting in the sink for our meal tonite. The guest bed is clean and ready. It looks like yesterday’s heat will mercifully diminish while she is here. And the dog is sure to be thrilled with her annual return.
She’s just passed over Houston. Time to go to the airport again.