You may recall from Friday’s post that Motor Man and I were planning to host my family reunion on Saturday. Imagine my relief upon checking the weather forecast that morning and finding that the rain chances had dropped from 60% to 30%.
The reunion invitations suggested that folks arrive anytime after 3, and we’d plan to have dinner around 5:30.
This was our driveway at 2:45. A little rain shower, still dry under the trees.
This was our driveway at 3:06. Things had not improved. And, not surprisingly, we had no guests.
Motor Man watched radar and kept encouraging me by saying that it was a brief shower and would soon pass over us.
And, as usual, he was right.
A few minutes later, the rain had stopped, and we welcomed our only guest to arrive by water. Groom swan knows where to find a party.
But snubbed his nose beak at the bread I offered.
Our (human) guests soon arrived. Most everyone lives nearby, so they just waited for the weather to clear.
And, as usual, there was plenty of food. Fried chicken, deviled eggs, potato salad, desserts; typical family reunion fare. Motor Man and our friend, Harold, cooked hot dogs on the grill.
Our family reunions used to be much larger affairs, with sometimes as many as 75 people. The numbers have dwindled; this year, we had 18. But that’s okay: we’re keeping the tradition going.
I had every intention to take group pictures of the first cousins, in-laws, second cousins, etc, but, somehow, folks started leaving before that plan was put into action.
Thankfully, early on, I had my cousin, Betty, take this of Motor Man, Marshall and me.
Next year, we’ll get those “group” photos taken. And hopefully, if there’s a 30% chance of rain, it won’t become a 100% chance.
these days of mine 