I had fun taking part in the tradition Kevin’s family
has had for decades of eating dinner together at the cottage on Sundays in the
summer. His three older sisters and
their husbands came over to relax outside, swim in the lake, and have a
cook-out. Dinner was a very informal
affair and proved to be quite amusing. I
mostly just listened, laughed, and observed while eating.
The fan was on and all of the windows were
open to let in the breeze. Kevin tried
to put pepper on his salad, and a gust carried it away before it reached the
lettuce.
“My girls don’t even cover it up anymore,” his sister
Chari confessed. I was appalled until I
realized that she had to be talking about their female felines peeing in the
yard not their children; they have two sons.
The conversation topics throughout the meal were comical. They managed
to cover everything from out-of-control condiments and peeing pets to how to
eat around the scorched spots of corn on the cob and breast reductions.