Monday, June 29, 2009


My other blog is still there. Staring at me. Daring me to get over my Growing Up MK writer's block. I've had a thousand thoughts rolling around in my scattered brain but just haven't gotten the words right. But then it dawned on me that the best way to get over this is to just get the words down whether they're right or not. It also occurred to me that I needn't write this thing in order; that was a hang-up too, trying to be all chronological about the facts of my former life.

Which brings us to Chapter 36, a number I pulled randomly from the air. Yes, I've updated Growing Up MK. And what brought Chapter 36's subject to mind were the events of this past weekend. Every year there are any number of ICA reunions in any corner of the world (ICA = Ivory Coast Academy, my boarding school in Africa). Mark and I have hosted a couple of them at least.

This weekend was my brother-in-law's turn to host. And I called it the Old Folks' reunion only because he graduated 7 years before me, so the people who attended this reunion were the "big kids" to me when I was in school. I have to admit, I had a few fleeting moments of timidity before meeting everyone again. I mean, I was little Kathleen Macomber with the bowl cut back then.

I didn't need to worry, though. We had a great time. It was fun making new friends at a point in my life when 7 years doesn't mean quite so much difference. We had dinner at my brother-in-law's Friday night and then had the gang over here Saturday night. Yesterday we all enjoyed lunch at a Lebanese restaurant which features a schwarma that tastes just like the ones we used to get in Bouake.

Interestingly, Murphy's Law struck because a realtor wanted to bring someone by during the time when our house was full on Saturday. The conversation went something like this:

Realtor: I have a couple who would like to see your house between 3 and 5 tomorrow.

Us: Well, we're going to have about 40 people here then. But if your clients are comfortable with it, we are totally comfortable with them coming in, looking around, and even partaking in some barbecue.

Apparently, they weren't comfortable with it. Bummer, but oh well. Who passes on free barbecue anyway?


CrossView said...

I'm so glad they didn't stop by. Heathens! Any one in the South who refuses barbeque is just not worthy! ;o)

As soon as I can sneak over, I'm going for the next chapter! It's just not quiet enough here right now. The 13-yr old keeps attacking Guy.... *sigh*

And I would love to see that bowl cut! =D

Arby said...

Fools. Heck, I'd take an invitation for free BBQ and a look-see at the house. I'd take an invitation for a free beer and a look-see at the house. They could have done just about anything and then blamed it on your guests! How cool is that?!

Courtney said...

Ah-the "bowl cut". I have fond, fond memories of that one, too.

Wouldn't that have been funny if they did stop buy? Free bbq definately would have obligated them to buy your house.

TeacherMommy said...

I was wondering what had happened over there! Glad to see you broke through the block.

I'll guest post over there for ya any time you need it.