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?