WHAT MY PARENTS AND I TALK ABOUT WHEN I VISIT
I'm visiting my parents and the little rural island where I grew up. There are no streetlights. It's really quiet.
- •We wonder aloud where that hedgehog has gone to latelyHe wasn't sunning himself on his favorite rock yesterday and my dad is seriously concerned about this. They're buds
- •We tally how many deer we saw on the drive home
- •We guess how many days the Florida people will stay this summer (they make up about 2/3 of our neighborhood)
- •We ask the robin making her nest by the deck if she accepts me since I'm just visiting
- •They tell the story of why my parents sold their sailboatMy dad is a purist and refused to put a motor on "the Janie" (named after my mom). Then they got stranded in heavy fog one day-turned-night and had to be rescued by the coast guard. Fun fact for people who learned to read in the 50s/60s: my parents names are Dick and Jane and the dingy was named Sea Spot
- •Someone inevitably asks: Who wants more wine?