Tonight I had a little get together for my closest friends for cocktails, cards, birthday cake, and good conversation. I don’t normally like card games too much, but under the right circumstances, they are a blast. The circumstances tonight was studying up for next weekend when I might need to know the details of some card games. As usual, of course, the studying will prove completely useless. So, not a blast, but worthwhile anyway.
Tomorrow, I’ll be sailing with my housemate Chris, my little sister, and my step-mom. Should be fun, though I don’t know how Diana, my step-mom, will react to real sailing, if we get some real wind. I suppose we’ll just play it by ear and find out.
I really enjoy spending time with my Portland (Dad’s) family. For various reasons, we spend short intense times together. I enjoy the “two guys drinking beer together” vibe my father and I have settled into. I have always admired Diana, especially the graceful way she’s aged as she’s watched her children grow up. I even love the back-stage pass I get to my 22 year old brother’s generation through his eyes. Most of all, I love the easy familiarity that my little sister and I share. Based on time together, we really don’t deserve to feel so close. But she’s her father’s daughter, and I’m his son. If we play our cards right, we’ll always have that bond, no matter how many months we spend apart. That’s a legacy that Dad will have left, and I know he knows it, and takes pride in it.