|07:20 am - At Brian's|
I must have a thing for porches. I'm sitting out on my brother's porch now and feeling a serene tranquility, that, I'd admit is at least partially aided by the fact that it's 7ish.
So far the trip has been good. I've been making my Type-A brother a little mental by not using my cellphone properly. I was in the act of turning it on when we were taxing down, but we were at the first seats and so I was interrupted by a need to follow hoppie and leave. And then I forgot about it until we were wending our way from the airport. Brian wanted me to get a larger car. No problem, I figured, because we were picking up the parents the next day, well, hoppie was. And then my phone went dead so Brian was frantic yesterday trying to figure out whether parental units had been achieved. Of course everything was accomplished at a suffering minimum, for everyone except poor Brian's nerves.
The baby is lovely. Still a bit red. But less so yesterday than he was Friday.
I feel like I had tons to say yesterday, but can't remember a jot of it today. Cousin Martin came over with his kids, Erica and Max. I have to remember that he goes by Marty now, despite the fact that I've been calling him Martin for years.
Current Mood: hopeful
|Date:||April 9th, 2006 02:13 pm (UTC)|| |
Grandfathered in names
In our family, any person who wants to use an "old name" must pass one of these litmus questions:
1. Were you held as a babe in arms by this person?
2. Did you hold this person in your arms when they were a babe in arms?
3. Do you have a reasonable expectation that this person would give you a kidney if you needed one?
Mr. Lanna does not like to be called by the diminutive version of his name. His family can get away with calling him the diminutive because they pass one or more the litmus questions.