So the last round of neighbor-cousins left on Wednesday. I kinda expected to give them hugs as they were leaving and I could see them mustering but I was in the BATHROOM when I heard them toot a Master Salute. It’s okay. I am not a fan of long drawn-out good-byes.

Today another neighbor-cousin arrived and GUESS WHAT? She brought one of my daughters north with her. npJane is my youngest cousin on the FimFam side. She was a certified adult when Lizard Breath was born but she and Liz have always (in my opinion) had a pretty special bond and they often meet independently nowadays (meaning without meeeee) for coffee or dinner or in one case, a work-related seminar or something. They don’t work together at all but they are in fields that have things in common.

Pre-COVID I frequently car-pooled with npJane if traveling with the GG didn’t work out. Nowadays he is off gallivanting around so much that I ALWAYS need an automotive vee-hickle so one way or another, I need my own car. Way back when, during a complicated bunch of trips to and from the moomincabin, I needed to get my teenage daughters up here AND our DOGHA (Dirty Old Green Honda Accord, one of my fave cars ever, V6 vroom). Liz had her license but I was nervous about them driving five hours alone without an adult. npJane was also coming north and stepped up to drive the DOGHA (and daughters) up here.

My daughter is a top notch driver who has long owned her own vee-hickles. She has “droven” to California and back and all kinds of other places. But she has been bopping around a lot this summer and I know she welcomed the chance to let another trustworthy person do the driving today.

Today for me was… Laundry, a few grocks, ree-cycle, and gas. Strange albeit friendly cigarette-smelling man on the bench outside the Up North Laundry calling women on his phone with the speaker on (but not his wife who had a “bad day” yesterday?). Pat’s Grocks because I am taaaared of Meijer, not that I won’t go there again. Pat’s plays the best music, Chumbawamba was on today. Ree-cycle and then gas *at* Meijer.

I love how my family meshes and blends throughout the generations. Radical Betty (my aunt) was one of my best friends even though we were not of the same generation. I’m happy that is carrying on.

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