I can't think of a better way to spend Sunday evening than with my sister and my nephews. David was with friends on the houseboat this weekend, but Eric was up from San Rafael and he and I had dinner at Suzanne's house. She's alone this week, until we all leave for Colorado. We're leaving from her house Saturday morning, and we'll be picking up John alongside the highway somewhere up near Truckee.
And if any of this makes sense, it's purely accidental, because we polished off almost two bottles of wine between the three of us.
Anyway, I was going to spend the day getting some work done, but I found my concentration lapsing about 3:30 this afternoon, so I headed over to her house. Mom would have come, too, but she had another engagement. Suzanne is taking a self-defense class from Eric's tae kwon do teacher, so they spent some of the evening practicing moves on each other. And the three of us have similar musical tastes, oldies, blues and swing being the common denominator here, so after watching the baseball game and a really great bad movie on TV, we managed to entertain each other singing along to the greatest hits of 1966 on CD. Even though that was ten years before Eric was born.
Dinner was wonderful, and the whole evening was a great mellowing experience for me. It's the best I've felt since my back started giving me serious trouble a week and a half ago. Could've been the wine, I know, but I felt no pain.
Just about the time Eric went home, David showed up, still glowing from his three days on Shasta Lake. He was in charge of the houseboat, and all went well, aside from a few minor inconveniences (problems with the stereo being the most serious). He's a heady young man, and when he's put in a position of responsibility, he handles it better than most people who are almost but not quite nineteen years old. Lots of fun, and nothing broken. What more could you ask for?
I stayed and talked to David for a while after he got home, and it was midnight before I left there. I came home and started writing, and this is the result. And now I'm going to bed to try to get ready for another manic Monday.