Hello again. The family has come and gone, thus my absence from posting. Actually we said our good-byes on Sunday. Given that today is Wednesday, well, I probably could have written something by now. But I haven’t. Why?
Well, there are two reasons:
1. I’ve been sleeping. When I’m not working, cleaning or tending to hyper dogs, I’ve been sleeping. Yes, it’s been three days and I still don’t feel caught up. That family of mine can really do things up right – eating, drinking, talking, laughing, and that whole site-seeing thing…it really wears a country girl out.
2. I’m digesting. Yes, physically I am still digesting the massive amounts of food I consumed in the past two weeks with the family, but I really meant that I’m still digesting the visit (that would be a figurative digestion). I know there is so much to say about the time we spent together and the places we went and all the stuff we saw and experienced. And I want to tell you all about my wonderful family and about all the fun we had together, about the fights we DIDN’T have, about how different everyone is but that we are all totally strong, stubborn, funny, fun, kind and loving. I also have a ton to tell about how special it was to have everyone here together at my home in Italy, not to mention what an impressive tribute it all was to my folks who (somehow) created this whole clan. I really want to write about all of that but, well, I just don’t know what to say.
I’ve got that feeling you have after Thanksgiving dinner (or, if you are not American and reading this, whatever holiday your country celebrates with too much food) when you make your way from the dinner table to the couch. You know, that sated and nappy feeling that requires the body to completely shut down in exhaustion to digest what you ingested in an uncontrolled fit to consume and consume and consume because it was just to good to stop.
So, if you’ll excuse me now…I have to go figuratively digest some more.