My adorable brother Frank has been here for one of his most welcome, but all too infrequent and too short visits. Every couple of years, he and his wife Angie basically drive 600 miles to have lunch with us. Boo Hoo! I want him to stay longer. He is a wonderful guy, and every time I see him, I am amazed anew by what a many-faceted fellow he is. He showed us pictures of some of his current projects, and they were very impressive. And artistic! And, totally unlike me, how kind and also how unflappable he is. I often fear that I am the wicked, “fly off the handle way too easily” type. He got all the “nice” genes in our family. Rebecca has them too, but they seem to have skipped me.
We had very little time to have any exciting adventures, but when, as they are, you are from a town with a store, a bank, and about 200 people, it doesn’t take much to qualify as exciting. We had a nice dinner with the Aunties last evening, and today went to the Market as we do for every visit. The Market is very exciting for the out-of-towner - and actually, is still very exciting for me, although I go frequently. I was very sad to see them go, but was happy to have had a little time to catch up on the events in his life.