About 24 hours from now, the official Coleman Family Reunion 2013 will commence. We have a lot to catch up on – in the past three years, we’ve grown by six, our grands and the St. Louis branch grands – all girls, age three and under. I’m looking forward to lots of girly giggling and princess playing, as that’s the Papoose’s favorite thing and she’s a tad on the bossy side at times. Festivities start with a cookout at Babydiva’s house tomorrow evening and will wind up Sunday, when the St. Louis branch heads home and the Little Rock branch heads for the couch and a nap. Party on!
WHEN YOU COME TO A FORK
in the road, take a picture. Seriously. I was walking on Monday, there was this fork, just laying in the middle of the sidewalk. I walked about four more steps, decided I didn’t really care that the people driving by probably thought I was nuts, backtracked and took a picture. I mean, really, how often does one really, really come upon a fork in the road. Anyone besides me and Mr. Iknead remember the old Johnny Carson/Teri Garr skit, the one with a map and at some point Johnny would point to a map and say, “when you come to a fork in the road”? Hilarious. Or maybe you just had to be there.
This is the actual fork in the road.
I’m always seeing bizarre things on my walks, I’ve started carrying my phone for picture proof that yes, I really did see it. On a walk last summer, a black chicken ran across the road in front of me. Swear. I think Mr. Iknead had seen it before and had actually gotten a picture. If he did, I’ll post it.
There is no such thing in anyone’s life as an unimportant day. Alexander Woollcott